A/N: Well I all hope you liked my last story DragonBall Z: Raising Saiyans, but now here's a story where our favorite little tikes are a year older, a year more experienced, and more trouble! Let's follow these kids as they help they're parents and friends take on a world threatening catastrophe!

Full Summary: Our favorite little tikes have been training and it's been a year! Time to watch these little Saiyans in action! From competing at the World Martial Arts Tournament to fighting their very first threat to the Earth! Aw, such a right of passage in the Saiyan world! Let's see what trials and challenges they go through!

Disclaimer: I don't own DragonBall Z, only my OC.

DragonBall Z: The Baby Brawlers Saga

Chapter 1: One Year Later

"You're doing great Goten! You too Pan! Man, you both are getting better at this." Gohan congratulated as he looked at his daughter and younger brother.

The two youngest Son's were outside their houses and a safe distance (which by Chi-Chi's orders was a mile) away from the house practicing forming small Ki blasts. After a failed attempt at teaching the kids (Trunks and Kona included) how to fly Gohan had decided to go with teaching Ki blasts so they could figure out what Ki was before tackling trying to fly again.

Vegeta and Piccolo opted to teach their own kids how to form Ki blasts so they would be able to make sure they had a good enough control over it.

Right now Pan and Goten had small quarter size ball of Ki in between their hands. "Does this look good Gohan?" Goten called out excitedly as he showed him the small ball of light.

Gohan grinned. "That's looking awesome Goten." He then turned his attention to his own daughter whose Ki blast was flickering a bit. "You got to keep up to focus Pan, or else it'll go out."

"Got it daddy!" Pan said as she pouted and began to focus harder. Her small Ki blast began to glow continuously like Goten's causing the little girl to grin. "I'm doing it!"

Gohan looked at his watch and winced. "Aw man, looks like we're going to have to end our training here for today guys. Videl's at her dad's dojo already and I'm going to be late for work and I still have to drop you both off at Vegeta's house. Today's the start of your five days at his house."

Both kids grinned and started cheering.

After the first time at Vegeta's house for the five days of their training with him, they had realized that Vegeta wasn't a complete slave driver. Sure, he demanded a lot from them but he wasn't just heartless. If one of them was having trouble grasping a concept or doing a certain move, he'd take the time to stop the lesson and explain how to do it in detail and make sure whoever it was, was able to do it before moving on.

He would train them for about seven hours of the day, let them break in between for food and bathroom breaks, and then as soon as they were done he'd turn them loose to do whatever they wanted. As long as they actual worked and didn't horse around, he was fine with it.

The kids had all learned to love their time at the Brief's home. Especially seeing as Bulma would always insist on treating them out to eat one of the nights they were with them, and she also insisted on getting them movies and setting up an area in the living room (with the large flat screen TV) for them to sleep in. As for the tikes getting along?

That was a working progress.

Even after a year of spending time together, the kids had still gotten on each others nerves. While Pan and Kona, and Goten and Trunks, had become closer friends, they boys and girls still couldn't sit together for a long period of time without arguing or shouting.

"Do you both have your bags packed?" Gohan questioned looking at the two small kids in front of him. Pan nodded enthusiastically.

"Yeah! Mommy told me to back it before we started training!"

"And you Goten?" Gohan questioned.

Goten shifted awkwardly. "Uh…not really…"

"Uncle Goten!" Pan pouted. "We were supposed to pack them so we could get there early!"

"I forgot!"

Gohan shook his head and laughed, going to pick up both kids in his arms to start flying. "Don't worry about it you two. I think I saw mom putting some clothes in Goten's backpack. And if not we can just throw some clothes in quickly."

"Yeah!"

"Focus. Block everything out and just focus on the energy that you feel." Piccolo instructed, looking at his small daughter in front of him.

Kona was standing and concentrating on maintaining the grapefruit sized Ki blast that she had floating in between her hands. The Ki blast was rather large but it kept flickering. "Keep your concentration up, kid." Kona narrowed her eyes and focused harder and got her Ki blast to glow continuously.

She beamed seeing as she got a normal sized Ki blast correctly formed. "I did it!" She cheered pumping her fist in the air. She seemed to forget that she had the Ki blast in her hands, because she accidentally sent it soaring into the air where it exploded. She winced and smiled sheepishly looking at Piccolo who had an eyebrow raised. "Oops?"

Piccolo saw her expression and caved shaking his head and smiling. "It's alright. You're doing really good kid. I'm actually surprised you got that so fast. We only started that a few days ago."

Kona shrugged, her sheepish grin still on her face. "Well…I've been practicing a bit extra before I go to sleep."

Piccolo grinned. He knew that Kona had been practicing an hour before she went to sleep. Everyday after their practice Dende and Mr. Popo would serve up a big dinner to the small little Saiyan, give her a bath, then send her off to bed. Piccolo had wandered around one night after sending Kona to bed, fully intending to meditate, when he passed by Kona's room and felt her small Ki acting up. He had peeked into her room and saw her practicing her forms. Instead of announcing his presence he simply smiled and walked away.

The year had brought about a closer family ties to the small surrogate family.

Mr. Popo had no problems filling into his role as the 'housewife' so to speak. He had been incharge of making all the meals for Kona (with Dende's assistance), packing small lunches and snacks, and picking out clothes for her to wear whenever they went out (although Piccolo had put her into a child version of the fighting clothes that he wore even when Mr. Popo insisted on giving her ones that looked like Goku's).

Dende merged into the role of 'uncle' easily. He often played whatever games Kona had wanted to play, explained some stuff about Earth (whatever he knew himself), and spoiled her by offering to go out and get anything she wanted. Bulma had even given Dende a credit card (Bulma explaining that they'd need it when Kona got older and wanted more stuff) which Dende had used on a few occasions to get the young girl what she wanted.

Piccolo, even though he would never admit it, fit the role of 'father' quite nicely. Over the year Piccolo had gotten quite attached to Kona. He took care of feeding her and helping her out until her wrist was healed, and after that he had taken to training her. He had become quite overprotective of her, and any time she got hurt he would immediately drop whatever he was doing to attend to her. If anyone was teasing her or making fun of her (much like the Marron incident a year ago) he would immediately threaten whoever it was to leave her alone or face his wrath. He would never admit it out loud (and he never had admitted it to Kona herself) but he had come to genuinely love the girl.

As had all of the three.

"Hey! It's almost time for our bundle of joy to get going!" Dende called out as he walked out into view of the two. He held up a backpack. "I packed your stuff Kona, but Mr. Popo made you some food for before you go."

Kona looked up and nodded. "Okay Uncle Dende! Come on Daddy!"

Without having to be told again Piccolo walked over and scooped Kona up, walking back over to where Dende was. Dende walked with them into the kitchen where the food was waiting. Piccolo put Kona down and she sprinted over to start inhaling food.

"So how'd she do?" Dende questioned looking at Piccolo.

Piccolo grinned. "She's doing phenomenal. She's already able to form a normal sized Ki blast and maintain it, she's excelling at hand to hand combat, and she's doing pretty well with the weighted training clothes I gave her."

"Still can't believe she's handling those. You keep increasing the weight every month." Dende said shaking his head a bit in amazement and a bit in amusement.

Piccolo shrugged. "She's a full-blooded Saiyan. She can handle it. But that's also something that's got Vegeta a bit worried." Dende looked puzzled which prompted Piccolo to continue. "Well, Vegeta thinks that Trunks and Goten wont have any trouble reaching Super Saiyan level because they are half-blooded. Gohan is an obvious example of that. What he's worried about is the fact that Pan is only a quarter-blood, which either means she'll reach Super Saiyan level faster, or she wont reach it at all. And then there's our kid. Because Kona is a full-blooded Saiyan it's going to take a lot longer and a lot of training like with Vegeta or some traumatic event like Goku experienced. Either way it's going to be difficult."

Dende blinked. "Aw man, I hadn't thought of that. She's going to have to train a lot if she wants to reach Super Saiyan."

"And with our luck we might just need some more Super Saiyans." Piccolo commented. He looked over at Kona just in time to see her finish her fifth plate of pancakes (even though each plate contained around seven pancakes each with bacon on the side) and smile.

"That was yummy! Thanks Uncle Popo!" Kona thanked before launching herself to hug Mr. Popo, the latter of whom hugged the small girl back. "Bye Uncle Popo!"

Mr. Popo smiled. "Have fun at Vegeta's house, and don't work yourself too hard." Mr. Popo then stooped lower to whisper. "And I packed you some cookies and brownies in your bag for a snack." Kona beamed. Piccolo and Dende, however, paled seeing as Mr. Popo's whispering was only for Kona's benefit. The big green ears weren't just for show. Somewhere a minute part of them felt pity for the Briefs.

It was only a small part though.

"Thanks a bunch Uncle Popo!" Kona smiled and kissed his cheek before running over to Dende and Piccolo.

Dende smiled and stooped down to put the small girls backpack on her back. "Try not to get into any fights with Trunks and Goten and be good for Vegeta and Bulma. Say 'hi' to them and Bra and Pan for me."

Kona nodded and hugged her Uncle and gave Dende a kiss on the cheek. "I will! Bye Uncle Dende!" She then ran over to Piccolo, who immediately picked her up when she lifted her arms up. "Come on daddy! We're going to be late!"

Piccolo smiled and walked out, waving to the others, before taking to the skies as soon as they were outside of the Lookout Tower. He looked at Kona, who was trying to flick her bangs out of her eyes, and frowned. Kona's bangs had grown so they covered her eye and her hair was passing her shoulders again. "Looks like it's time for another haircut."

Kona looked up and nodded. "Yeah, my hair keeps getting in my eyes and it's hard for me to see during training."

"Alright, I'll ask Bulma if she can take care of that before I leave. Don't want you to get hurt during Vegeta's training now, do we?"

"Nope! I'm going to be strong to make you proud!" Kona giggled as she pumped her fist in the air. Piccolo smiled.

"That's my girl."

"Woman! Is the living room prepared?" Vegeta called out as he walked over to Bulma who was in the kitchen. Vegeta had just left Trunks outside where he was getting ready for training and was already stretching.

Bulma, who was talking and pointing out pretty clothes to Bra in a magazine, looked up and shook her head. "No, not yet. I was showing Bra some of these adorable clothes! Aren't these clothes just precious for Bra?" Bulma smiled as she lifted the book up to show her husband.

Bra, who was now one and a half, had learned to talk pretty easily for someone her age and learned to walk a bit later then Pan and Kona did. Speaking of the other girls, Bra was best friends with both Pan and Kona. The three of them got along famously. It might have been because of the fact that they were all about the same age (even though Pan and Kona were each two now) but the girls just clicked. Bra, however, didn't want to train at all. She was quite content with staying inside with her mother and helping her work on some of the Capsule Corps inventions and looking at fashion magazines.

Vegeta ignored the magazine full of girls clothes and looked pointedly at Bulma. "Woman, the brats will be here soon. The living room needs to be set up for them to sleep."

Bulma blinked both at the realization that it was the start of the five days of training and the fact that her husband was showing something resembling kindness towards the kids. Bulma got up and smiled. "Oh, right I forgot. But man Vegeta, I didn't know you'd be so sweet to the kids. I should've had Chi-Chi and Piccolo sent them for a few weeks if I'd known it would get you to be sweeter."

Vegeta snorted as his face held something resembling a blush. But of course, Vegeta never blushed. "Quit your nonsense woman, I don't care what happens to the brats!"

"Sure…"

Vegeta just ignored her and looked down to his daughter. He smiled. "Now, will my little princess be joining us in training? You can become quite a capable warrior."

Bra wrinkled her nose and shook her head. "No, I don't really like fighting! Besides, I promised mommy I would help her work on new inventions!" Vegeta frowned a bit. "But I wont need to fight! No one would mess with me! My daddy is the best fighter ever!"

That got a smirk out of Vegeta.

"Very true. No one will mess with you, not while I'm around. And anyone stupid enough to mess with you will learn the hard way the strength of the Saiyan Prince." Vegeta smirked.

Bulma laughed. "That's my Saiyan Prince. Now where is Trunks? Outside already?"

"The boy is outside stretching in preparation for training." Vegeta answered.

"Ooh, when do you think the others will get here?" Bulma questioned.

Vegeta was about to answer her when he turned to look towards the ceiling. "The Spawn and the Brat are here."

Bulma, having heard Vegeta talk about the kids enough to know it was Goten and Pan, smiled. "They're early today. I thought they'd be late like last time."

Vegeta and Bulma went to the door, leaving Bra to thumb through the magazine. Bulma quickly answered it as soon as Gohan started knocking. She opened up the door and smiled. "Hey Gohan, Goten, Pan! Nice to see you all!"

"Hi Miss Bulma!" Pan and Goten said in unison. Gohan smiled as he walked in with both kids in his arms. "Hi Mr. Vegeta!" Goten smiled.

"Hi Uncle Vegeta!" Pan greeted.

Vegeta scoffed a bit. Bulma rolled her eyes and looked at Gohan. "Hey Gohan, I thought you had to get to work? Don't you have to teach at the high school?"

"Yeah, actually I do. Videl went to go to work already, and I bugged mom enough this month so I had to bring them today. It's not that bad though, seeing as I only have to be at the school for first period, not for homeroom so I've still got some time left."

"Brats, Trunks is stretching in the yard I suggest you do the same. I'll take care of your bags." Vegeta spoke. Pan and Goten nodded, slipping the bags off of their shoulders and dropping it to the ground.

"Bye daddy!"

"Bye Gohan!"

With that Gohan set both kids down (not before kissing both of their foreheads) and they both ran for the backyard, already dressed to train.

"Well I guess I should leave now. Don't want to be late." Gohan said as he started making himself towards the door. Before he could leave though Kona came running through the door. She looked up and smiled.

"Gohan!" She ran over to the older man. Gohan smiled and lifted her up into his arms and gave her a hug. Seeing as Gohan was Piccolo's first kid that he had to take care of, Gohan saw Kona as somewhat of a younger sister. And Kona was quick to adopt Gohan as the older brother she never had.

"Hey there Kona! Nice to see you too! Has your daddy been treating you nicely? Cause you know if he's not I can put him in line." Gohan smiled.

"As if you could." Piccolo retorted as he walked into the house holding Kona's bag. He saw the other bags on the ground and tossed it by the others. "Hey there Gohan."

Gohan smiled seeing his old mentor and closest friend before handing the blue-eyed girl over to him. "Hey Piccolo. Nice to see you. I'd love to stay and chat but I've got to head off to work. Maybe I'll swing by the Lookout Tower on my way home though! Bye Piccolo! Bye Vegeta! Bye Bulma! Bye Kona!" With that Gohan ran out of the door.

Kona then turned her attention to Bulma and Vegeta. "Hi Aunt Bulma! Hi Uncle Vegeta!"

"Girl." Vegeta greeted.

Bulma smiled. "Aw hi sweetie!"

"Bulma, I think it's time Kona got another haircut. Her hair is falling into her eyes again and I don't want her to get injured during training because of it." Piccolo stated looking at the blue haired woman.

Bulma looked at Kona's longer hair and nodded. "Sure! I can fix that up, no problem! I'll just take this little thing with me right now." Vegeta was about to retort but Bulma rolled her eyes. "I'll bring her out to you when I'm done. Unless you want this lovely and capable full-blooded Saiyan to get injured?"

Vegeta rolled his eyes. Piccolo went to hand Kona to Bulma but Kona quickly hugged her father and kissed him on the cheek. "Bye daddy!" She said before she reached her arms out to Bulma, who grabbed her and took her to the bathroom.

"Bra! Want to help mommy cut Kona's hair?" Bulma called out.

"Kona's here?" With that Bra ran passed the adults with a brief wave to Piccolo and headed towards the bathroom.

"KONA'S HERE?" With that shout Pan ran passed the adults, stopping to say hello to Piccolo, before running after Bra.

"How she even heard that from all the way outside, I have no idea." Piccolo said shaking his head.

"How is the Girl progressing?" Vegeta asked Piccolo.

The Namekian warrior gave a small smile. "She's doing an amazing job. Even for a Saiyan, it's incredible that she is grasping concepts so fast by the age of two. My only worry is what you discussed about going Super Saiyan."

Vegeta nodded. "The Girl is going to have quite a challenge for her to achieve the level of a Super Saiyan. The Brat is in a similar situation, although I do believe that she will achieve Super Saiyan level if Gohan is any indication of how potent diluted Saiyan blood is. Plus my son from the alternate timeline reached Super Saiyan in his teens."

Piccolo thought it over for a second before nodding. "That's true. So Pan, Trunks, and Goten should be able to reach Super Saiyan relatively easy in a few years. But Kona wont?"

"No, I don't believe so. Not in just a few years at least. Perhaps when she's in her twenties. I shall make it a point to take a special interest in her training and begin training regiments for her to see if we can get a transformation earlier."

"Alright. Thanks for being so interested Vegeta."

Vegeta smirked. "Well of course. I need to have my Saiyan elite fighting force up to par."

"Saiyan elite fighting force?" Piccolo questioned with a raised eyebrow. At the growing smirk on Vegeta's face he held up a hand. "I don't want to know, actually. I'm going to head off now. Call me if there is any trouble." With that Piccolo walked away.

Vegeta turned to start walking outside towards the backyard when he paused. "Brat! Let's go! Training is about to commence! The Girl will join us when Bulma is done cutting her hair!"

Two seconds passed before Pan came running out to stand by Vegeta. "Okay! I'm ready!" Pan spoke enthusiastically as she walked with Vegeta out into the backyard to join the other kids.

Pan quickly fell into line beside Trunks and Goten (who were still stretching) and began to do her own stretches. "Alright! We are going to start off today, as soon as the Girl gets here, with a run through the woods to get warmed up. For now, just talk amongst each other."

"Hey Trunks! What movie are we going to see tonight?" Goten asked curiously. It was a tradition that the days that the kids were all together, they would watch a movie in the fort that Bulma would set up for them. The first day Trunks would pick the movie, the next day was Pan, then Goten, then Kona, then Bra.

Trunks shrugged. "Not sure, probably something to scare the pants off of the girls!"

"No way! We wont get scared!" Pan assured.

"Yeah you will! Girls always get scared at that stuff!" Trunks retorted.

"No!"

"Yes!"

"No!"

"Yes!"

"No! I'm right, right Uncle Goten?" Pan asked looking to Goten. Goten scratched the back of his head in the classic Son pose.

"Well, you and Kona kinda jumped at the last scary movie we watched. But so did me and Trunks. So I don't know."

Trunks and Pan both rolled their eyes at the fact that he didn't choose a side. "I'm here!" Kona shouted eagerly as she ran outside. Her hair was now back to her normal chin-length and her bangs were swept out of her eyes. She bowed to Vegeta. "I apologize for the delay Prince Vegeta."

Vegeta smirked. This always happened. While Kona called Vegeta 'Uncle Vegeta', during training she always referred to him as 'Prince'. This also always caused the very same smirk that Vegeta wore, to appear each and every time. "Now that you're here, let's start. All you brats keep close behind me. I do not want any of you to get lost. If you start trailing behind, grab someone and that will be your running partner. Let's go!"

Vegeta started running off and the kids all fell into step behind him. Vegeta was jogging at a quick pace, but seeing as he had long legs the kids all had to be at a sprinting pace to keep up with him. Goten and Pan, who had been under less harsh training at home with Gohan, Videl, and Chi-Chi (Chi-Chi insisted on teaching her little boy too), were starting to trail behind, while Trunks and Kona were still on Vegeta's heels.

After a few more minutes of going at a straight out sprint through the woods, over twigs, fallen tree trunks, rocks, and roots, Pan and Goten had to stop to catch their breath, effectively loosing sight with the others.

The two Son's shared a look. "Do you know your way out of here Uncle Goten?"

"Nope."

"Aw man…"

Trunks and Kona were still sprinting for five more minutes after loosing Pan and Goten before they had to stop too, breathing heavily. Once they looked up Vegeta was gone. "Aw man, we lost dad…" Trunks said breathing deeply.

Kona nodded. "What are we gonna do now? I don't know how to get out of here, do you?"

"No, I never have to go out here."

Kona looked at the older boy, for some sign of what to do. "What do we do?" Trunks looked around at the large mass of trees around them.

"I don't know."

"How's my little princess doing?" Vegeta asked as he walked back into the house and saw Bra sitting on the table watching Bulma tweak a communication device.

"Good daddy!"

Bulma looked up in confusion at the fact that her husband was back less than twenty minutes after going outside. "Uh…Vegeta? Where are the other kids?"

"I left them in the woods."

"YOU WHAT?" Bulma exploded jumping out of her seat. Vegeta rolled his eyes and sat down at the table.

"Cease your shouting woman. It's a training exercise. I made them, unwittingly, break into groups. The Boy is with the Girl and the Brat is with the Spawn. Not only will they have to get out, but they must get along in order to do so. So to speak, I'm killing two birds with one stone."

Bulma blinked at her husband. "Wow, that's actually pretty smart Vegeta. But where are they?"

"I know where I left them. I'll check up on them every hour to monitor their progress." Vegeta commented as if it was no big deal. "Now woman, I'm hungry. Prepare me a meal."

Bulma rolled her eyes. "Make it yourself!"

"We've been walking around forever. Where are we Uncle Goten?" Pan questioned. The two kids had only been walking around for ten minutes, but they still had no idea where they were or where they were heading.

"I don't know. I kinda thought you know where we were going." Goten announced sheepishly. Pan threw her hands up in exasperation.

"Uncle Goten! You've been here more times than I have! You have to know a way out!" Pan pouted.

Goten shook his head. "I don't know a way out! The trees are too big for me to see where we're going!"

The two Son's looked at each other before frowning. "We need to find a way outta here. But how?" Goten questioned.

"We could used what Gohan and Vegeta taught us." Pan suggested. "Gohan taught us to retrace our steps whenever we got lost!"

Goten, remembering the lesson that Gohan had given them about retracing their footsteps in the dirt, grinned. "Right! We just need to find our shoeprints and retrace them!"

"Yeah! We'll be back in no time!"

"What do we do?" Kona asked again looking at the lavender hair boy. Trunks looked around in worry and shook his head, once again.

"I don't know! Quit asking me!"

Kona pouted. "Well excuse me! I'm sorry that I thought that you would come up with a plan! You're the older one, but what do you know!" Kona shouted, her voice shaking a bit.

Trunks noticed the change in her tonality and winced. He looked and saw that Kona looked scared. Trunks knew that they would eventually make it out, but he was four. Kona was only two so she had to be scared.

He bit back the retort he had planned to make and put a hand on the small girls shoulder. Kona looked up her baby blues meeting Trunks' own blue eyes. Trunks gave a smile. "Don't worry! My dad's gonna get us outta here soon! We just gotta sit tight! Hey, we might even be able to make it out of here without his help!"

Kona nodded and smiled before her face went blank. "Where is Capsule Corps located?"

"Huh?"

"Where is Capsule Corps located?" Kona repeated her question, getting a bit excited.

"A few blocks from my house?" Trunks tried in confusion.

Kona shook her head. "In relation to downtown!"

"Uh…it's south of downtown. Why?" Kona started beaming and jumping up and down. Trunks looked confused. "Kona, why are you acting weird?"

"Because, the wind in Satan City blows from the North to the South! Now if we figure out which way the wind is blowing…"

Trunks caught on within seconds, a smile forming on his face. "Then we can figure out which way Capsule Corps is! And since Capsule Corps is a few blocks from my house, we can get back home!"

The two kids started cheering before Trunks blinked. "Wait, how did you know that?"

Kona blushed. "I read a lot and most of the books that Dende gets me he borrows from Gohan."

"Ohh, that makes sense." Trunks nodded in understanding. Gohan did teach high school after all. "But what are we gonna use to check which way the wind is blowing? The leaves look like their going everyway!"

Kona pouted at that one. "Hm…Aunt Bulma just cut my hair so I can't use that…"

Trunks looked around and noticed the tie that was used to tie his training clothes. He saw a rather thin, but tall, branch and grinned. "I got it!" Trunks quickly untied the tie from his waist and tied it to one end of the branch. He hoisted the branch into the air and waited. The wind blew the tie behind the lavender haired boy.

The two kids beamed. "Good work Trunks! That means home is that way!" Kona said pointing in the direction the wind was blowing.

Trunks grinned. "We'll be home before dad even knows we're gone!"

"It's almost been an hour. Shouldn't you go and check on the kids?" Bulma asked as she looked at Vegeta who was currently sitting with Bra at the kitchen table as she pointed out all the things she wanted him to buy for her. Vegeta just smiled and nodded, resigning himself to the deep hole that his daughter would cause his pocket.

Vegeta was putty in Bra's hands.

Vegeta looked up at Bulma and then at the clock before shaking his head. "The Brats will be fine for an hour longer."

"But Vegeta! They're probably scared!" Bulma argued glaring at her husband.

Vegeta snorted. "Woman, they'll be fine." Bulma was about to start her screaming at Vegeta about his lack of responsibility and stupidity but two shouts caught her attention.

"WE MADE IT!"

"Good job Goten! That worked!"

Vegeta simply looked at Bulma and smirked. Bulma glared. "Well only Pan and Goten found-"

"WE'RE HOME!"

"Yes! We did it Trunks!"

"Oh hey guys!"

"We all made it home!"

Another smirk. Bulma closed her eyes as she felt a vein throbbing in her forehead. "Don't. Say. Anything."