Notes: This is completely AU and has no purpose whatsoever, and isn't actually supposed to make any sense, so don't worry when it doesn't... take heed, kiddies; this is what happens when one is extremely tired and sugared-up with their little sister and needs something to do.
Disclaimer: I don't claim to own Dragonball/Z/GT, so please don't sue me! Please note that all characters mentioned in this story belong to me and my little sister Laura, so no touchie!! (As if anyone would want to... *sigh*...)
Cauli and Paw-Ra: Part 1
Her father had a certain charisma which appealed to weaker, more sensitive races, Cauli noted as she watched her father charming some warty yellow aliens from Ballon 2. She stifled a sigh and leaned back in her chair, waiting to be dismissed.
One of the tubs of bubbling goo turned to Cauli and giggled. "So, young lady, do you enjoy accompanying your daddy on his diplomatic missions?" it burbled. Cauli resisted an urge to poke it to see if it was sticky and nodded.
The yellow thing began to vibrate and its horrid piggy face squished up in silent laughter. Cauli turned away in horror and looked for Paw-Ra, her training partner. She wasn't faring very well either, as an orange blob was prattling on about how Saiyajin were merely 78 percent water whereas Ballors were fully 98 percent liquid. Paw-Ra was staring at the blubbery orange thing with disgusted interest.
"Oh, Cauli, darling," Cauli's father began, a sickened look on his face which the Ballors associated with their own looks of joy, "You must find this terribly boring. Why don't you take Paw-Ra and find something more interesting to do?" The girls were gone before he had finished his sentance.
In the hallway, Cauli was pulling off the putrid gold necklace her father had made her wear. "How can he stand being around those globs of mucus?"
"How can he stand eating that crud?!" demanded Paw-Ra with disdain. "No meat! None!!"
"Why don't we go back to my quarters and order some wild boar."
"Raw?"
"Still twitching, of necessary."
"GOODIE!"