AN Well finally another addition. I have been up all night to type this so I hope it quenches the thirst of more for now. I'm sorry it's taken me so long and that it is so short an addition. My disk with all my DBZ stories on it got deleated so now I had to get one of my friends to type that up and I have been killed with homework. But enought excusses right! Right! Here it is R&R

Preparations

Bulma brought me into her lab a few days later. Her workshop could only be described as organized chaos. Everywhere you turned there were more wires and metal gadgets broken open or beeping and sparking. Upon further inspection it seemed there were a few working robotic creatures. One of which helped Bulma make her measurements. It looked like a small disk with added arms and legs. I spun around me using a string attached to the center circle to make measurements, blinking and making quiet beeping noises. Once it was done it turned to Bulma followed her around and beeped at her louder each time. She grabbed it out of the air and pulled the arms and legs off taking care to coil the string into a neat ball before throwing all the additions into a box and the disk into the nearby computer. If I hadn't looked closely I would have never realized the computer was there or working to begin with, but I watched it calculations began to appear. A grid screen showed up and slowly filled in my body down to every detail. Also the upper right corner of the screen held an information box that I never knew could have been gotten through a string. 97lbs. soft/pale, ½ cup-C, F (V-check), teen (13-14) DNA (--?). Bulma looked through her information for a moment and retrieved a plastic jug from the fridge. She pulled a glass from a nearby box. It had lines on it one reading ½ the other reading 1. She filled it up to the ½ mark with the white liquid from the jug and put water in it to get it to the 1 mark. She then handed me the glass. "Drink this." she said playing in her boxes.

"I don't… um." I muttered thinking she had forgotten about my non-eating habits.

"Just drink it," She looked up to me, "It may help your figure."

I slid my hands over my body. I thought my body was beautiful as, it seemed, did everyone else, but I did as I was told.

My appearance at school the following days were drenched in whispers and rumors. Everyone, with few exceptions, were thrilled to hear of my plans to attend Shattering Point's bash. It also seemed that Bulma's homemade outfits were well known and people were 'dying' to hear what she was planning for Trunks's new girlfriend. I was surprised hear I was Trunks's girlfriend, but I was nowhere near as surprised as Goten. I over heard Marron telling him, and he didn't take it well.

He came to talk to me later that day and I could tell he had been crying.

"Is it true, Heshema?" He asked me looking straight into my eyes.

"What?" I responded, "That I'm dating Trunks or that I'm going to the club with him?"

"Both," He sighed not taking his eyes away from me. I could tell he was truly hurt and frightened for me.

"I didn't say anything about dating him but he did ask me to go with him to Shattering Point." He winced at the club's name. Had he not realized which club we were going to?

"Heshema?..." Goten took my hand in his and kissed my forehead. "Promise me you'll be careful." His thoughts betrayed his feelings for me, but by now he was not even trying to hide it in his words or tone. He pulled me close and I made no attempts at resisting. "If you ever need someone… for anything! I'm here."

His words caught me by surprise. They reveiled much more than his mind could ever say, because he said them as pure thoughts out loud. I didn't know what to make of them, but I knew one thing I now had two people I could turn to if I got in trouble.

I also knew I could count Marron as a misicfe maker and more 18's daughter than Krillin's.

I backed away from Goten as I felt Trunks approach. I had learned to sense who was around me by feeling the energy they gave off. The more they gave off the stronger they tended to be. And by coincidence or not, I don't know, the more drawn to me they were.

"What's going on here?" Trunks asked only half toyingly.

"Plotting." I answered.

What! She's got to be kidding! "Really!" He raised his eyebrows and looked to Goten.

I sidestepped Trunks, getting between him and Goten. "I wanted to know how to dance properly and I thought Goten could help me before I made a fool of myself in front of you." I darkened my tone to force him into thinking I was angry at his distrust.

"You could have come to me, you know." He spoke calmly back. He was back on his game."

"Lets go home," I said to Trunks, " I'll come over to talk to you later," I stated to Goten. I need to know about the diary, I told him in my thoughts. His eyes flashed to me and he nodded. Had he heard my thoughts? I pushed to find his thoughts. I concentrated with all my might, but I came up blank. Why couldn't I read him know! I didn't have time to think about this however, I have a lot of work to do before the dance.