"Morning Mom! Morning Dad!" Bra chirped happily as she bounced down the stairs. "Morning honey." Bulma replied absently. She was fiddling with another electronic gizmo that had about a million pieces scattered all over the floor. Vegeta was stuffing his face with a huge plate full of meat, so he didn't reply. He'd already been hit over the head enough times by his wife for speaking with his mouth full. Probably because of the last time he'd done it. He had been raising a very valid point, in his opinion, about the necessity of raising the speed limit to 300mph, to one of Bulma's top business associates. It was a shame that vegetable soup had gone all over the other man's face and expensive suit, but he shouldn't have been talking so stupidly about lowering it, for Kami's sake, to 75mph. Still, the green soup had made a wonderful contrast to his brick red face. Capsule Corp had lost one of it's major sponsors that day.. Still.. the incident had been rather funny.

"Can you drive me to the mall today Dad?" Bra said sweetly, hugging her father. Vegeta swallowed his mouthful of steak. "Can't you fly? I'm supposed to be training today. And where's your brother, he has to train too. No son of mine will end up a fat lazy slob." He said gruffly. "He's still asleep. Pleeeeassssse can you drive me Dad? You know my hair gets all messy when I fly. Of course, I could always call this guy from my class, Mike, he'd drive me there." Bra said innocently. "NO! I'M DRIVING YOU AND THAT'S THAT!" Vegeta yelled. "Awww Daaaaaadddd." Bra pretended to pout. Secretly she giggled. Trust Dad to forget that no boy in her class had even passed their driving tests yet.

Vegeta's car zoomed down the highway, and came to a screeching stop next to the mall. Large black tire tracks gently smoked behind the wheels. "I'll pick you up here at 4. Don't be late. And don't talk to any boys!" Vegeta said. "OK Daddy. Bye!" Bra smiled. It had been a hair-raising journey, and she'd almost broken her fingernails clinging on to the dashboard for dear life, but at least she had more time to shop.

"Grrr.why does she seem to wrap me round her little finger?" Vegeta growled, stepping down on the accelerator. The countryside was just a blur as the smooth black sports car careered down the road. Now. to wake up that good for nothing son of his. Vegeta chuckled evilly as he thought of the possible way in which to get Trunks out of bed. Perhaps some cold water thrown over him? No. a good old ki blast at the pillow would get him up. Suddenly, Vegeta sensed a huge power level. It didn't belong to anyone he knew. He braked and flew up, scanning the area. Nothing seemed to be different. "Who was that.?" He mused.

When he arrived back at home, Vegeta walked into the living room. Trunks was already up. "Hey Dad." His son said. "Hi Vegeta!" An all-too-familiar voice cheerfully greeted. Goku popped his head from around the kitchen door. "I'll be with ya in a minute, I'm just fixing myself a snack." Vegeta groaned. What was Kakarott doing here? Goku came out of the kitchen and threw himself on a sofa, with his hands full of food, which speared to be crammed into one enormous sandwich. He ate it in five quick bites. "Nice to see ya again buddy!" he said, brushing the crumbs off his fingers. Vegeta also noted that Kakarott's sons, Gohan and Goten, were also present. "I trust that this isn't a friendly call Kakarott?" he said. "Nope. I felt this huge power earlier. So did the boys. And it's no one we know, that's for sure." Goku said seriously. "And we all decided to swing by here.well, because you've got the biggest house with the most food!" "WILL YOU STOP THINKING ABOUT YOUR NEVER-ENDING STOMACH FOR ONE SECOND?!" Vegeta yelled. "Anyway Dad, we thought that we'd better fly out and see who this power belongs too." Trunks quickly cut in. The last thing he needed was yet another fight between his father and Goku. "Well gee son, that's a great idea. So WHY are you all still lying around?!" Vegeta barked. "Let's get going!"