Dr. Briefs walked casually down the hallway to his lab. First, he passed the Gravity Chamber, where a certain Saiyan Prince was training, as usual. By the sound of the buzzing, he knew Vegeta would be in there for another three hours and forty-three minutes before he'd need food.

Only a few doors away, steam was emitting from behind a bedroom door. The good doctor could tell by the scent of the steam that Bulma's date with Yamcha was at seven o'clock. He hoped that this time, Yamcha actually showed.

Suddenly, Dr. Briefs stopped. "I've got it!" he exclaimed excitedly. "A way to cure cancer!" He was just about to scurry off to his lab when he was knocked unconscious.

"Sorry, old man," a deep voice said as a figure threw Dr. Briefs in a closet. "But this is the way it has to be."

Elsewhere, another figure crouched low in the trees, waiting for the signal to strike. His black eyes watched the window steadily. There it was: a small nod from his accomplice. Quickly, the figure shifted his position and fired a blast straight at the gravity chamber. It was a small one, barely enough to fry the instruments. That was all the man meant to do.

A few seconds passed slowly as the two men held their breath. Would the Prince notice? Would he find someone to fix the room? Would their plan work?

The door creaked open and the man in the tree let out a huge sigh of relief. With Dr. Briefs out of the way, the Saiyan Prince would have no where to go but to…

"WOMAN! The blasted gravity chamber is broken! Fix it NOW!"

"AAAAAAAHHH! What do you think you're DOING?"

The man in the tree sat back and basked in the warm glow of the loving conversation. His partner-in-crime suddenly materialized by his side.

"We'd better get going before Bulma goes on another rampage." The man shuddered at the mere thought.

The other man leapt to his feet. "Don't I get a congratulations hug?" he asked. And he wasn't kidding.

"No!" the former barked, then sighed to himself. "Besides, they're no where NEAR liking each other yet. We still have a lot of work to do."

"Right!" The man in the tree did a quick jig around his partner before he flew off towards his house, calling over his shoulder, "SECRET MEETING TOMORROW AT MY HOUSE! TEN THIRTY SHARP! YOU KNOW IT'S IN THE MIDDLE OF THE WOODS, RIGHT? RIGHT!"

The former shook his head and muttered something unintelligible before saying to the sky, "How do I let myself get talked into these things?" He then flew off, still muttering.

Dr. Briefs stumbled out of the closet. "Whoops! I must have mistook it for the door to my lab again!" He paused, stroking his chin in deep thought. "Hmm...now, what was that idea I came up with...? Oh well! It mustn't have been very important!" He took a few steps to his lab door and entered, ignoring the shrieks coming from his daughter's room.

(just for your information, this skit at the end is continued from The Mechanic's Daughter) Whew! All that in ten minutes. Three guesses who the two partners are!

Kyo the cat: Like you didn't give enough hints already. The friggin' summary has their names in it, for crissake! (turns back into a human) Aw, shit.

Star: (grins) Your clothes are on the bed. (Kyo goes to change) Oh, well, since this is another DBZ fic, maybe I should have someone represent…. (goes to closet and turns portal to DBZ and its fans)

Trunks: (leaps out and wraps his arms around Star's leg pleadingly) Help me, please! They're coming after me!

Trunksgurl09, Sabudabu, Inusaiyan007: (voices only) TRUU-unks…where ARE you?

Trunks: (squeezes harder, in tears) PLEASE!

Star: Fine. But you have to represent, okay?

Trunks: (collapses on floor thankfully) Just close the portal.

Star: Fine, ingrate. (closes portal, to readers) Well, everyone—

Trunks: (sees Kyo changing) Why is there a half-naked teenage boy changing into his clothes on your bed?

Kyo: (panicked) IT'S NOT WHAT YOU THINK! IT'S NOT WHAT YOU THINK!

Star: —please review. Thanks for reading!