Girls' Day Out

Part Three

A Dragonball Z fanfic

By Hana Noir

Kyrie was tired. Very tired. An all day sparring session with Piccolo was easier than an all day shopping trip with Bulma and Lunch, or so it seemed.. She shifted the bags and boxes she was carrying in an effort to see the new watch strapped on her arm. It was almost six o' clock, and she could see the darkening sky through the doors ahead. Bulma was a bit anxious to get home and had called a local pizza parlor from her cell phone and had told them to deliver 'the usual' to Capsule Corp. She was a bit curious as to what 'the usual' was.

Lunch was chatting away animatedly to Bulma, glancing back occasionally at Kyrie, who would smile and nod. She sighed quietly. She just couldn't understand why she was so tired. Making sure no-one was paying attention, she powered up slightly, using her ki for an energy boost. It helped, but not much. She had never been so glad to see anything in all her life as she was to see Bulma's car pop out of its capsule. She loaded the packages into the trunk, then gladly took the back seat.

"—don't you think so, Kyrie?" Bulma asked, glancing into the rear-view mirror as they pulled out of the parking lot and onto the street. "Kyrie?" Lunch turned around to check on the younger woman and was surprised to see she was sound asleep, curled up in the corner of the back seat. Bulma chuckled at the sight. "Guess she just can't hang with expert shoppers like us, Lunch. We'll have to whip her into shape."

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When they reached CC, it took Bulma several seconds to rouse Kyrie but she finally succeeded. Kyrie helped bring her packages in and store them in an empty guest bedroom. Once that was done, she looked around curiously. She felt like something was missing, but she couldn't think of what it could be. The annoying feeling had been nagging at her most of the day.

She counted over her parcels, making sure they were all there. When she had finished counting, she opened up all of the bags and boxes, going over each item and checking for anything amiss. Everything was there. All of her shirts, pants, the short skirt that Bulma had talked her into buying, the new boots, several jackets, a long heavy coat and the emerald and onyx pendant that she hadn't been able to resist. She absently slipped the silver chain over her neck, the teardrop shaped pendant coming to rest in the valley between her breasts. She picked up the pendant and examined it idly. The colors had made her think of Piccolo…

Bulma pushed open the door, peeking in to find Kyrie in the middle of the room, tissue paper, plastic bags and cardboard boxes scattered all around her. Her new clothes were tossed into a careless heap atop the wide bed. She was staring down at something in her hand, a disturbed look on her face. "Kyrie?"

She jumped at the sound of Bulma's voice. "Huh??" She shook her head and turned to face the aqua haired woman. "Oh, were you looking for me?"

Bulma was slightly worried by Kyrie's behavior, but she didn't know her well enough to say if it was normal or not. "Yeah, pizza's here."

Kyrie's smile was a bit wan. "Okay. I'm not really very hungry though," she said, following Bulma back into the large family room. Trunks was in a sturdy high chair, picking cheese and pepperoni of a a large slice of pizza, while Lunch and Mrs. Briefs chatted cozily on a wide cushy sofa. In a recliner across from them, Dr. Briefs was holding a scientific journal in one hand and a dripping slice of supreme pizza in another. Vegeta was in a straight back chair in the corner of the room, an entire box of pizza in his lap. Bulma grabbed another slice from a box on the coffee table and placed it on Trunks' tray.

"You'd better get while the getting's good," she said, giving Kyrie a bright smile. "There may not be much left before long."

Kyrie settled down in a king sized recliner, pulling her socked feet up underneath her. "I'll get some in a minute," she replied, watching the activity in the room with a wry grin. She felt so tired, and her eyes were growing heavy. I'll just rest my eyes for a second, she thought, wrapping a hand around her new pendant.

Vegeta glanced over at the odd girl, noticing that she was dozing off in the chair. Something was bugging him, nagging at the back of his mind. He snorted and snatched up another piece of pizza. If it were important, it would come to him.

"Your friend is asleep, Bulma dear," Mrs. Briefs said, gathering up the empty pizza boxes to throw them away. Bulma looked over to see Kyrie slumped in the recliner, asleep. She frowned at the sight.

"I hope she's not sick," Bulma said. "She's seemed so tired all day," she added thoughtfully. "And she had promised to talk to me tonight. She's a very strong esper, you know." Vegeta and Dr. Briefs both looked up at that statement.

A light had just gone off in Vegeta's brain when he heard the word 'esper'. He jumped up, knocking aside the pizza box and placed his hand on the side of her face. "Vegeta!" Bulma exclaimed, glaring at him. "What are you doing?"

He glared at his human mate. "You said she's an esper, correct?" She nodded. "The Namek is an esper as well. A damned strong one too." His scowl deepened. "Sometimes, when two powerful espers spend a great deal of time in each others' mind, they form a bond. They can grow mentally dependant upon each other."

Bulma gasped, then looked skeptical. "How do you know?"

Vegeta sneered. "There were a lot of espers in Frieza's forces. And we Saiyans have limited esper abilities as well. It was prudent for me to learn such things." He glanced back down at Kyrie. "I'm not exactly sure how a human would react, but it seems something is wrong. With the Namek in the Room, their mental link has been abruptly severed. That's probably the cause of her problems."

Bulma turned to her father. "Dad, if we get her to the infirmary, can you do anything for her?"

Dr. Briefs considered his daughter's question. "Well, dear, it might be a bit difficult, seeing as we don't really know what is wrong with her, but I can take a look."

Vegeta shook Kyrie sharply. "Wake up, girl." No response. He shook her harder. "Get up!!"

She frowned, her eyes opening slightly. "I don' wanna go on th' treadmill today," she muttered, batting at him. "No more tests…"

"What's she talking about?" Lunch asked, nibbling anxiously on a thumbnail.

Bulma shrugged. "No idea." She knelt next to the chair, patting Kyrie's face. "Come on, Kyrie, wake up. Can you hear me?" Kyrie's eyes opened again, and she rolled her head slightly to stare blankly at Bulma.

"Bulma?"

"Yes, it's Bulma," the blue haired woman said, smiling in relief. "You're not feeling well. Can you get up?" She pulled on Kyrie's arm, urging her to stand. "I'll just help you to the infirmary, and Dad can—" She gasped when Kyrie jerked away, almost falling over.

"No!" she gasped, breathing harshly. "No more tests!" Her hair began to whip violently as her ki started to rise. Vegeta snorted, raising his hand to land a prescise chop to the back of her neck.

"What did you do that for??" Bulma shrilled, catching Kyrie as she fell. She lowered the limp body to the floor and glared up at at Vegeta.

"Well, then, next time I'll just let her blow the damn building off of the face of the planet, you stupid woman!!" he growled, annoyed with her ungrateful attitude. Bulma's eyes grew wide at that thought.

A loud knock on the front door made everyone except Vegeta jump. Mrs. Briefs hurried to the door, opening it. "Dende!!" she squealed, clapping her hands in delight. "It's been forever!"

He nodded his head, smiling quickly. "Forgive me, I have no time to talk." He hurried past the startled woman and joined Bulma at Kyrie's side. "Oh," he groaned, placing a hand on her forehead, "I should have anticipated this…"

"What're you doing here, Dende-sama?" Bulma asked, surprised that the Earth's Guardian had left his post.

"Mr. Popo is opening the Room," Dende said, looking worried. "I realized what was happening to Kyrie and I came right away. I only hope it's not too late for Piccolo." He looked up at Bulma. "I need your help to get her back to the Tenka."

"We can take my plane," Lunch interjected, exchanging a worried look with Bulma. "I'll get it prepped."

Dr. Briefs re-entered the room, pushing an anti-grav stretcher. "Let's get her up on this." He, Bulma and Dende managed to load Kyrie's limp body up onto the stretcher. She moaned slightly, but didn't open her eyes. Dende touched her hand, sending reassuring thoughts to her as they moved the stretcher out to the waiting hoverplane. They managed to get Kyrie loaded into the plane, Lunch and Kyrie climbing into the other seats.

"I'll meet you there," Dende said, shooting off into the night sky. Lunch closed the canopy and the plane lifted slowly into the air after him.

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(Author's Note: Okay, the NEXT story picks up right where this one leaves off. It is as yet untitled, but watch for it!! Hope you all keep reading!! ^_^)