Hey, guys! Just wanted to give you guys some more to read! I think I'm going to just start signing on in the middle of the night to load these. It's been so long since I've been able to get online long enough to get this one up here! Well, read and review! (This goes right after the first chap, so you might want to reread that one if you haven't already.)

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Chapter 2: Kitty Trunks

"Amber Calloway!" the teacher called for one of the girls in my class. She plays the flute. This was a beginner class and I always had to take it over because I forget the notes. Amber played her flute beautifully. "Katharine Fretter!" Uh-oh, Kat's turn. I closed my eyes and listened to the beautiful, almost flawless piece, Flying Tigers. Her sax was well trained and she herself looked almost melded into the sax.

"Lily Galis!" the whole class took a step back. They knew that if I made eye-contact with even one of them, my trumpet would become nearly impossible to play correctly.

"Okay, Lily," Ms. Fears told me gently, "Close your eyes and feel the music. This is your favorite piece, play it like you mean it." I loved the theme to Jurassic Park and that was exactly what I was going to play.

I played my trumpet in smooth, tenor notes and only made a single mistake. I was given a standing ovation because of it. This was my greatest record ever.

Yeah, right. In my dreams, maybe. Here's what really happened.

"Lily Galis," Ms. Fears proclaimed, "try not to mess up this time, deary." I nodded my head, feeling ill already. I raised the warmed-up trumpet's mouth-piece to my lips and right away, you could tell I was nervous. My piece was not Jurassic Park, but the William Tell Overture. Any brass instrument player can tell you that's the most difficult piece of all!

"Da da-da-da!" said one of the kids on the front row. Everyone could tell that my playing sounded terrible, even to my own ears. I'd played it perfectly for my parents just the night before. I'd practiced for hours on end. And this is what it turned out to be.

One HUGE blast in the low "A" signature with air seeping out of the corners of my lips.

"That will be enough, Miss Galis," Ms. Fears told me sternly, "I will have a talk with your parents tonight." Imagine how awful it is to have your parents called by your teacher during a meeting with the press. My face was plastered all over every newspaper in the country, proclaiming brightly "Lily Angel Galis, No Angel of Music!" and "The Angel of Bad Music!" and other such titles, all making fun of my name.

"It could've been worse," Kat told me over the phone. Three seconds later...

"Lily Angel Galis, you are grounded from the telephone, say good-bye and hang up right now, young lady!" I heard my mother's voice scream up the corridors, telling just about all the Secret Service and guests (The Japanese Ambassador was staying in the Lincoln Bedroom) that I was grounded.

"See you, Kat," I said quickly.
"Later, Angel!" Kat said and we cut the connection right there. I did my homework miserably and settled into bed, staring up at Goku on the ceiling of my room.

"Oh, Goku," I sighed, "I wish I could be like you. So carefree and so powerful and seen by so many. I've only got two people who really care or know anything about me, and they're not my parents." I sighed as I stared up at him. "You're so lucky, Goku. I wish I could be as lucky as you."

"Lily!" my father shouted from below.

"Coming," I grumbled. My clothes were all still on.

"Lily," my dad said as I came to the base of the stairs, "You're mother and I think that you need some sort of responsibility and some other kind of friend other than that Katharine girl."

"Kat, Dad," I said, "Just Kat. And Ron's my friend, too."
"Ron, who's Ron?" My mother asked, surprised, "Not some boy from school, I hope."

"He's an invisible penguin," I said hotly, not wanting to go into the fact that my second best friend on the planet was my bodyguard.

"Oh," she sounded relieved and startled at the same time.

"Well, we've decided that you need a responsibility," Dad continued, "So you and I are going to the local shelter and getting you a pet cat." Cat? A real, live cat? Not some Techno-Kitty or something? This was no punishment! I didn't say these words aloud, of course, but it made me wonder just how smart my parents were.

Then I remembered something else. A cat's litter box needs cleaning once a day and it needs constant food and water as well.

I followed Dad out into the limo. We stopped at a pet store first and bought a bag of food, litter, food and water bowls, and a ready-clean litter box(It swept the poop into a bag so all I had to do was carry it to the big trash can outside).

"Pick whichever one you want, Angel," my dad told me as the shelter manager showed me all the cats.

"Can I hold each one to find out which one likes me the most right-off?" I asked the manager. He smiled and opened the first cage. It was an orange tabby cat with a great black lightning bolt over his eye. He could be easily named. But was he nice?

Nope. The instant I held him, he bit my hand. Next! The list went down and down until we reached the last cage.

"Well, hello there," I said to the pretty black cat.

"This one's a very special cat," the mananger told me, "They found him wandering the lawns of the White House a while ago, as though he were lookin' for something."

"You're a boy cat?" I asked him in a sweet toned voice. He had a white face and paws and his tail changed suddenly from black to brown at the base and extended out. He looked almost exactly like the kitty form of Goku. The minute I held him, he started purring and licking my face.

"Well, now, he seems to like you," the manager laughed, "Every other person he saw before you, he'd scratch up something wicked."
"Really?" I asked, "He seems like a nice kitty. Aren't you?" the cat looked up at me into my eyes and I suddenly found myself hugging him tight. "I want this one, daddy."

"All right," my dad said and he paid the manager. We left the shelter and I proudly proclaimed my new kitten to my mother as, "Chibi Goku."

"What a good choice," my mom said as she petted the little cat, "He seems so calm and peaceful." The cat purred loudly.

"I'd better go and put Chibi Goku in my room," I said with a smile. My voice went back to that high, talking-to-kitty voice again, "You're such a good kitty, yes you are, yes you are!" For a moment I thought I saw CG's eyes roll. I shook my head and looked back down into his black depths, seeing just his normal black eyes. "That was weird, CG." I told the cat in my normal voice, "You don't like the kitty voice?"

There. I distinctly saw, or at least thought I saw, CG shake his head. I looked around to see if anyone else had seen, but everyone was gone.

"Time to go to bed, CG," I said uncertainly, "Maybe I'm just seeing things." I walked up to my bedroom and set up CG's litter box, food bowl, water bowl, and a small bed made out of my old wicker basket and a pillow.

"There you are, Chibi Goku," I said as I turned around to change out of my clothes and into a nightgown. Being the paranoid person I was, I put the gown over my clothes first and then took all the things underneath off.

"Good night, Goku," I said to both the ceiling and my new cat. I fell asleep and soon the only evidence I was in the room was the tell-tale lump under my covers.

Chibi Goku watched the girl like a hawk. Her name was Lily, but her only two friends called her Angel. He sighed in relief when the girl was finally asleep.

"Dad," the cat whispered into a communications unit strapped to his collar, "I'm in."
"Good, Trunks," Vegeta's voice came over the speaker, "The girl is asleep?"

"Yeah, like a baby," Trunks said, "She called me Chibi Goku!"

"What'd do you expect?" Bulma's voice came over the speaker now, "She's a fan of the cartoon we're the stars on. Goku's her favorite character and the cat version of you looks like 12-year-old Goku."
"I still don't like it," Trunks muttered.

"You have to wait for her decision, Trunks," Bulma told him, "She has to want to come here, all right? She doesn't know that she's the reincarnated daughter of Goku's father. She doesn't know that she was supposed to be born here. You need to get her to trust you, okay?"

"All right, Mom," Trunks sighed, "She seems so lonely. I'm glad we came up with this plan."

"Know what you mean, bro," Goten said over the speaker to his best friend. He was 14 now, making Trunks 15. (Authors Note: Gohan was never sent to High School so he never met Videl and Buu hasn't been awakened yet because Babadi can't find enough energy.)

"You be careful, Trunks," his mother's voice told him softly, "I don't want to lose you like Chi-chi did Goku!"

"Yes, mother," Trunks smiled at her, "Look, I gotta get some sleep here. CG the cat, Trunks the person, signing off."

"Base out," Vegeta grumbled and the connection was cut. Trunks settled on the plush pillow with a sigh, staring at the beautiful but lonely girl.

"How can you be so protected that your only friends are a chauffer and a nutcase(He's referring to Kat)?" Trunks sighed again, "You look too much like Goku." Lily groaned and turned over in her bed. He closed his eyes gently and slid into a dreamful slumber.

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Ooh, Trunks is a kitty cat! Isn't he adorable? Heh hee! Well, review please and tell me what you think! (I think I'll load the next chap anyway.)