Hello and good day to thee, oh kind readers. it is done. this is Part 16 of Pesky meets DBZ, and it's all over!
*sniff* I'm gonna miss working on this, but hey, I've got a million others in my head as it is.
yeah, I know this took me some time, but I already had it all finished in my head, and typing it out, well you know.
oh, and did someone actually doubt I could all still make it turn out alright?
well, I think I've managed. :)
read and enjoy. oh, and REVIEW! last part, so i'd greatly appreciate it.
I do not own DBZ, but check Pesky at my homepage. animation coming this week!
oh, I seem to be jumping POV a _lot this time, so I've put some line-breaks(? that the word? there not underscores)
between POV-changes.
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"I am sooo sorry." he told the limb form again as he hovered over the bed.
His mother, the first one to have yelled at him for what he had done, was beginning to feel sorry for him by now.
"Calm down Trunks, she's gonna be fine."
The 8-year-old looked up at his mother "are you sure?"
SHe grinned at him, patting the girl on the bed in.
"Pretty sure. But she can't hear you just yet, so why don't you stop appologising?"
Trunks sighed and looked around the room.
Bra, indifferent to the whole situation, played with some plasters, putting some on Goten's arm.
Goten was bearing it all happily.
Tomath, who was the younger brother of the girl he'd just socked, was grinning at him encouragingly.
As the Pesky really was still KO, he desided to take it up with the boy.
"I am really, really sorry."
the younger boy's grin faded. "Sorry for what."
-"Sorry for what? For what? I just maybe killed your sister. I just.-"
Tomath nearly chocked on laughter.
"Oh, don't worry about Pesky. This happens all the time."
He continued at the queer look he got. "No, really. Pesky's always getting hurt.
She get in to fights all the time.
That, and worse: once, she fell from a second-story window."
His smile widened.
"But she's always lucky; always! Landed right on a big pile of leaves; it was autumn.
All it got her was a few bruises. That's all it ever gets her. None of it ever addled her mind or anything."
The little boy stopped to scatch his head.
"Unless, of course it already addled her mind back when I was too young to notice,.."
Trunks shook his head absentmindedly as the little boy continued along these lines.
The kid really didn't understand how strong he really was. True, he hadn't hit the boy's sister all that hard.
And she had been asking for it. All the same.
"Well, I think I'll just be getting back to work." his mother called.
"If you kids want to stay here, fine, but be quet, huh?"
Bulma looked over to the sleeping form.
"Poor child must hae been up all night. She's more tired then hurt."
"I'll stay here." Trunks and Tomath told her in unison.
Just then, there was a loud crash.
All three turned to see Goten running around the bed panically as Bra chased him happily, with
-you guessed it- a big seringe from the first-aid-box.
Bulma sighed and usshered the two out.
Not bothering to try and take the needle away, with resulted into the two running off at high-speeds.
The door closed on the two boys, leaving them alone with a sleeping Pesky.
"Say,.. Trunks." Tomath asked innocently.
"Don't get this the wrong way or anything. It's just precaution. But. Well. could you hand me those bandages?"
Trunks gave the younger boy a questioning look.
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At times like this, Bulma got to wondering why she had ever bothered with children in the first place.
True, Bulma contempleted as she walked down the halls, she hadn't exactly _planned_ on them.
And true again, she'd been extremely lucky with the two; they were hardly all that much trouble.
Still, she was kept pretty well occupied between a job,
two children and a husband that seemed to make a special point on comming home half beaten to death every other day.
And those two little visitors of theirs were no picnick either.
Image, that little idiot of a girl attacking her son!
She'd not believed her own son if the girl's own brother hadn't confirmed the story.
They had to go, those two, and fast. But the telephone-number Tomath had relayed wasn't working.
He'd mumbled something about areal-codes, but that hadn't helped much.
Just as she wanted to turn the hall to her laboratory, she heard voices.
Two she'd recognise out of thousands. Most prominent was her husband's.
Practically screaming every first word, then, oddly enough dying down in a mumble.
Only to start up again at the soft answer of her best friend, Goku's.
There was defenetely somthing wrong. She practically ran into the scene that awaited her.
And, although it shoked her, she couldn't really say she wasn't expecting it.
There, proud and strong as ever, Goku stood, giving her a goofy smile in welcome.
At his side, one arm uncharacteristically draped over his shoulder stood her husband.
Well, slounched more like.
One look at him made the reason for this painfully obvious; he'd fall down without the bigger man's support.
His face was purple and blood was running from his mouth and nose, one eye completely shut.
Bulma didn't even want to look at the rest of him.
"Kami, Veggie! Goku, what happened? Where you attacked?"
Goku lost his previous stance of bravour at her question, starting to stutter at her question.
Vegeta cut in.
"Never mind that. Where is that girl? And let go of me, Kakaroth."
With that he made some attempt at pushing the bigger man away,
conviniently forgetting that it was _him_ hanging on to the other.
Bulma was at a loss for words for a moment, then began to remember the events of the previous day.
What luck. Vegeta was usually troublesome when it got to doctoring, but now:
"She's in the infirmery, which is _exactly_ where you are going."
-"You got that right." he grumbled, pushing off from his fellow Saij-jin and staggering in that direction.
Goku hovered right behind him, and Bulma was right at his 'tail'.
"Goku, what happened."
"Errrm,.. eh, I um." he gave another sheepish smile at her general direction. "He,.. fell on his way here."
that was a lie if she ever heard one.
"I did not FALL!"
The prince of Saij-jins nearly screamed, having found a nice solid wall for support then continued to mumble.
"I just forgot I was flying."
"Forgot my left foot(sensored verion) ! You passed out."
Bulma wasn't quite following all this, but it obious that Goku had something to do with whatever had happened to her 'mate'.
"And why did he pass out?" she practically screached. No answer.
"GOKU?!"
The Saij-jin was smiling impishly again. "Well, you see. there was this note, and I uh."
-"...,INSTANT I'M GONNA TURN YOU INTO SISH-KAHBAB!"
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They'd reached the infirmary, and Vegeta had pulled open the door, only to refeal a scene of total chaos.
It actually fazed the Saij-jin enough to make him temporarely forget what he came here to do.
The Girl Pesky was screaming on the top of her longs, still in bed and tied to it by what looked to be bandages.
In fact, she was so _covered_ in them, she looked like a mummy.
Tomath had taken his distance, but seemed calm enough.
Trunks was hiding behind the medical-bench.
"It wasn't me", Trunks screamed, "It was him. Your brother. I didn't touch you!"
Pesky kept at it. "You think this is over? You hit me, I'm gonna break you neck. As soon as I'm loose. TOMATH!
Tomath, you let me go or I'll pound you some too,.. I'll, I'LL -"
"..oh."
She looked at the dark shape of the Saij-jin prince a moment, noting him for the first time.
Slowly, Vegeta walked into th room, eyes shining with an evil light.
The girl looked back at him, either too brave or too dumb to show any fear.
Until she noticed Goku, next o reach the door-opening.
She sniffed at him. "Can't you do _anything_ right?"
The orange-clad Saij-jin got that serious look on his face.
"So it _was_ you that left the note? This isn't a game, little girl. I nearly _killed_ him."
The dark-eyed girl looked back at the Saij-jin prince. "That was the general idea."
Vegeta got an unnerving smirk on his face.
"Close, brat. Real close. But not quite. So, do you have any last words before I blast you?"
SHe crossed her arms.
"Name: Pesky, serialnumber and rank: ... well I don't have 'm, but if I did, I wouldn't tell _you_."
Vegeta barked a laugh at her immitation of a war-captive, then raised a hand radiating ki.
"VEGGIE-HEAD!"
It would be, the onna.
"Don't you DARE go blasting _little CHILDREN_, for crying out, VEGETA!"
He turned on his mate "WOMAN! This is no girl, it is a demon, sent to,... Hey,.."
and he had to turn to the girl again.
"What happened to your face. And what's with the wrappings?"
"NAme: Pesky, Serialnumber and Rank-,.."
-"My sis and your son got into a fight." Tomath piped up happily.
-"Traitor!" she shot back.
Vegeta got a puzzled look on his face, turning to his son.
"You?"
The lavendel-haired boy straightened, starting to stutter.
"I'm I,. sooo so-,.."
and got cut off in half-speach by a slap on the back. "That's my little brat. Good job."
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Trunks smiled up on his father.
Trunks wans't exactly without a scratch himself, but if his fahter didn't notice, he wasn't about to mention it.
There were few enough occations he'd made his 'tousan proud.
Of course, Pesky had to interrupt this rare father-son moment.
"Me and him are not dome yet, you extra-rterrestial excuse for a cieling-mob! Just LET me LOOse AND I'LL!,.."
her voice dropped, suddenly honey-sweer as she turned to her younger brother.
"Tomath!"
"Tomath, my brother. They've done something to your brain, but it's OK, dear.
It's ok, I'll fix it, but you've got to help me now, Help me, just a little,.."
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Vegeta smirked at the scene, then pulled attention to himself once more.
"All good and great girl. You've done better then I thought, but now I really am getting rather sick of you."
Bulma started screaming again as he raised his hand for the second time, but she couldn't really pysically stop him.
He'd make her understand. Later. Goku, unfortunately, could.
"Please don't." he said as he grabbed the shorter man's hand. "I understand how you feel."
"YOU understand how I FEEL?
oh, really? HOW would YOU know? I'm the one BLEEDING here. YUu look just fine to me."
"yeah. I am now. But," and he looked over his shoulder and lowered his voice.
"I doubt I will be after I explain Chichi what happened to the house,..."
Vegeta smirked as he dreamed up what fate awaited the bigger Saij-jin.
"Vegeta, you have to forgive her." the man continued, just as his mate chimed in again.
"YOur _house_? Goku? Something happened to your house? Will someone _please explain_ what the HELL is going on?"
Well, truth be told, the prince of Saij-jins was hardly upset at all anymore.
True, he'd just got seriously beat up.
But then again that was hardly something new.
His son, at least, was beginning to show he wasn't as soft as Vegeta had feared.
Kakaroth was getting his own back soon. That annoying mate of his got what she deserved.
For once not being able to blame _him_ for any demolision to thier house.
As for the brat that had caused all this;
half of her insolent face was purple from bruising, the other from sheeting with rage.
Besides, letting her live might pepper up the human race in the long run. Kami knew, the cowards needed it.
Not that Pesky was willing to live;
"Fogive ME? My work here isn't done! I will finish this abomilition or die TRYING!!"
The little girl got a booming in her voice that suggest she had said this before.
"Oh, Kami, please!" Goku sighed, exasporated. "Vegeta isn't really going to blow up earth, are you Veggie?"
he asked the man he was still wrestling.
Vegeta stopped in his struggles a moment, his strength already sapped.
"Not before I defeat and KILL YOU KAKKAROTH!"
Goku grinned at the little girl. "See, and when would that be likely to happen?"
"I HEARD THAT KAKAROTH!" and he took another swing at the bigger Saij-jin.
But kept it at one. In his present, weakened condition, he was making a fool out of himself.
Pesky sighed. "I suppose I should just leave it up to you.
Not that I've changed my mind on the subject, but I haven't had much succes untill now.
Besides." and she wiggled a bit.
"I'm not much in a position to argue."
"Great, now, Vegeta."
The dark Saij-jin grumbled. He'd mentally already given up.
"Tell you what, Kakaroth," And he grabbed Bulma by the arm and made his way to the door.
"If she's out of my sight by the time I get back here, I'll refrian from hunting her down and killing her."
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"Thank you!" Goku called after him, then turned back to the three remaining children in the room.
"I supppose now we'd better get you kids home, eh? Now, where do you live?"
Tomath got an appologetic look on his face and started to stammer a street name the Saij-jin had never hear of.
For once, Pesky said something helpfull.
"It's right about on the other side of the world.
I suppose you could give them a call and they'll pay for the plane-ticket.
Though they're going to wonder how we got here."
Goku got a puzzled look on his face and started to ask how they _had_ gotten here, but was interrupted by Trunks.
"ANd then we'll have to reserve seats.
And wait for your flight. I don't think my fahter can wait that long."
He promptly started to rip off the bandages that tied the girl to the bed.
"I know I can't. I'll take you myself."
With that, he scooped up a very surprised Pesky and took off right through the window.
Goku looked down on the little boy, then scooted him up and took up after the children.
Tomath seemed to have flown before, quieting down after a few whoops.
Which made it possible to hear the conversation going on ahead of him.
"Well, if I'd know you know do this, I would have tried killing you _after_ you took me home,.."
A rather smug-sounding Pesky was saying.
-"hmmmm."
"So nice of you to bother."
-"grrrr." Trunks answered by putting on some more speed.
Goku looked down at his own burdon. "hey, Tomath, isn't it?"
-"Yes?"
"Do you think, well. Maybe Pesky and Trunks,.. _like_ each other?"
As the flew on into a conveniently placed sunset the only sound that could be heard over the rathing wind,
was the delerious laughter on one highly amused little boy.
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*cracks up* well, that's it from me. :) hope you've enjoyed reading as much as I've enjoyed writing.
*waves* bey! CU!!
*sniff* I'm gonna miss working on this, but hey, I've got a million others in my head as it is.
yeah, I know this took me some time, but I already had it all finished in my head, and typing it out, well you know.
oh, and did someone actually doubt I could all still make it turn out alright?
well, I think I've managed. :)
read and enjoy. oh, and REVIEW! last part, so i'd greatly appreciate it.
I do not own DBZ, but check Pesky at my homepage. animation coming this week!
oh, I seem to be jumping POV a _lot this time, so I've put some line-breaks(? that the word? there not underscores)
between POV-changes.
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"I am sooo sorry." he told the limb form again as he hovered over the bed.
His mother, the first one to have yelled at him for what he had done, was beginning to feel sorry for him by now.
"Calm down Trunks, she's gonna be fine."
The 8-year-old looked up at his mother "are you sure?"
SHe grinned at him, patting the girl on the bed in.
"Pretty sure. But she can't hear you just yet, so why don't you stop appologising?"
Trunks sighed and looked around the room.
Bra, indifferent to the whole situation, played with some plasters, putting some on Goten's arm.
Goten was bearing it all happily.
Tomath, who was the younger brother of the girl he'd just socked, was grinning at him encouragingly.
As the Pesky really was still KO, he desided to take it up with the boy.
"I am really, really sorry."
the younger boy's grin faded. "Sorry for what."
-"Sorry for what? For what? I just maybe killed your sister. I just.-"
Tomath nearly chocked on laughter.
"Oh, don't worry about Pesky. This happens all the time."
He continued at the queer look he got. "No, really. Pesky's always getting hurt.
She get in to fights all the time.
That, and worse: once, she fell from a second-story window."
His smile widened.
"But she's always lucky; always! Landed right on a big pile of leaves; it was autumn.
All it got her was a few bruises. That's all it ever gets her. None of it ever addled her mind or anything."
The little boy stopped to scatch his head.
"Unless, of course it already addled her mind back when I was too young to notice,.."
Trunks shook his head absentmindedly as the little boy continued along these lines.
The kid really didn't understand how strong he really was. True, he hadn't hit the boy's sister all that hard.
And she had been asking for it. All the same.
"Well, I think I'll just be getting back to work." his mother called.
"If you kids want to stay here, fine, but be quet, huh?"
Bulma looked over to the sleeping form.
"Poor child must hae been up all night. She's more tired then hurt."
"I'll stay here." Trunks and Tomath told her in unison.
Just then, there was a loud crash.
All three turned to see Goten running around the bed panically as Bra chased him happily, with
-you guessed it- a big seringe from the first-aid-box.
Bulma sighed and usshered the two out.
Not bothering to try and take the needle away, with resulted into the two running off at high-speeds.
The door closed on the two boys, leaving them alone with a sleeping Pesky.
"Say,.. Trunks." Tomath asked innocently.
"Don't get this the wrong way or anything. It's just precaution. But. Well. could you hand me those bandages?"
Trunks gave the younger boy a questioning look.
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At times like this, Bulma got to wondering why she had ever bothered with children in the first place.
True, Bulma contempleted as she walked down the halls, she hadn't exactly _planned_ on them.
And true again, she'd been extremely lucky with the two; they were hardly all that much trouble.
Still, she was kept pretty well occupied between a job,
two children and a husband that seemed to make a special point on comming home half beaten to death every other day.
And those two little visitors of theirs were no picnick either.
Image, that little idiot of a girl attacking her son!
She'd not believed her own son if the girl's own brother hadn't confirmed the story.
They had to go, those two, and fast. But the telephone-number Tomath had relayed wasn't working.
He'd mumbled something about areal-codes, but that hadn't helped much.
Just as she wanted to turn the hall to her laboratory, she heard voices.
Two she'd recognise out of thousands. Most prominent was her husband's.
Practically screaming every first word, then, oddly enough dying down in a mumble.
Only to start up again at the soft answer of her best friend, Goku's.
There was defenetely somthing wrong. She practically ran into the scene that awaited her.
And, although it shoked her, she couldn't really say she wasn't expecting it.
There, proud and strong as ever, Goku stood, giving her a goofy smile in welcome.
At his side, one arm uncharacteristically draped over his shoulder stood her husband.
Well, slounched more like.
One look at him made the reason for this painfully obvious; he'd fall down without the bigger man's support.
His face was purple and blood was running from his mouth and nose, one eye completely shut.
Bulma didn't even want to look at the rest of him.
"Kami, Veggie! Goku, what happened? Where you attacked?"
Goku lost his previous stance of bravour at her question, starting to stutter at her question.
Vegeta cut in.
"Never mind that. Where is that girl? And let go of me, Kakaroth."
With that he made some attempt at pushing the bigger man away,
conviniently forgetting that it was _him_ hanging on to the other.
Bulma was at a loss for words for a moment, then began to remember the events of the previous day.
What luck. Vegeta was usually troublesome when it got to doctoring, but now:
"She's in the infirmery, which is _exactly_ where you are going."
-"You got that right." he grumbled, pushing off from his fellow Saij-jin and staggering in that direction.
Goku hovered right behind him, and Bulma was right at his 'tail'.
"Goku, what happened."
"Errrm,.. eh, I um." he gave another sheepish smile at her general direction. "He,.. fell on his way here."
that was a lie if she ever heard one.
"I did not FALL!"
The prince of Saij-jins nearly screamed, having found a nice solid wall for support then continued to mumble.
"I just forgot I was flying."
"Forgot my left foot(sensored verion) ! You passed out."
Bulma wasn't quite following all this, but it obious that Goku had something to do with whatever had happened to her 'mate'.
"And why did he pass out?" she practically screached. No answer.
"GOKU?!"
The Saij-jin was smiling impishly again. "Well, you see. there was this note, and I uh."
-"...,INSTANT I'M GONNA TURN YOU INTO SISH-KAHBAB!"
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They'd reached the infirmary, and Vegeta had pulled open the door, only to refeal a scene of total chaos.
It actually fazed the Saij-jin enough to make him temporarely forget what he came here to do.
The Girl Pesky was screaming on the top of her longs, still in bed and tied to it by what looked to be bandages.
In fact, she was so _covered_ in them, she looked like a mummy.
Tomath had taken his distance, but seemed calm enough.
Trunks was hiding behind the medical-bench.
"It wasn't me", Trunks screamed, "It was him. Your brother. I didn't touch you!"
Pesky kept at it. "You think this is over? You hit me, I'm gonna break you neck. As soon as I'm loose. TOMATH!
Tomath, you let me go or I'll pound you some too,.. I'll, I'LL -"
"..oh."
She looked at the dark shape of the Saij-jin prince a moment, noting him for the first time.
Slowly, Vegeta walked into th room, eyes shining with an evil light.
The girl looked back at him, either too brave or too dumb to show any fear.
Until she noticed Goku, next o reach the door-opening.
She sniffed at him. "Can't you do _anything_ right?"
The orange-clad Saij-jin got that serious look on his face.
"So it _was_ you that left the note? This isn't a game, little girl. I nearly _killed_ him."
The dark-eyed girl looked back at the Saij-jin prince. "That was the general idea."
Vegeta got an unnerving smirk on his face.
"Close, brat. Real close. But not quite. So, do you have any last words before I blast you?"
SHe crossed her arms.
"Name: Pesky, serialnumber and rank: ... well I don't have 'm, but if I did, I wouldn't tell _you_."
Vegeta barked a laugh at her immitation of a war-captive, then raised a hand radiating ki.
"VEGGIE-HEAD!"
It would be, the onna.
"Don't you DARE go blasting _little CHILDREN_, for crying out, VEGETA!"
He turned on his mate "WOMAN! This is no girl, it is a demon, sent to,... Hey,.."
and he had to turn to the girl again.
"What happened to your face. And what's with the wrappings?"
"NAme: Pesky, Serialnumber and Rank-,.."
-"My sis and your son got into a fight." Tomath piped up happily.
-"Traitor!" she shot back.
Vegeta got a puzzled look on his face, turning to his son.
"You?"
The lavendel-haired boy straightened, starting to stutter.
"I'm I,. sooo so-,.."
and got cut off in half-speach by a slap on the back. "That's my little brat. Good job."
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Trunks smiled up on his father.
Trunks wans't exactly without a scratch himself, but if his fahter didn't notice, he wasn't about to mention it.
There were few enough occations he'd made his 'tousan proud.
Of course, Pesky had to interrupt this rare father-son moment.
"Me and him are not dome yet, you extra-rterrestial excuse for a cieling-mob! Just LET me LOOse AND I'LL!,.."
her voice dropped, suddenly honey-sweer as she turned to her younger brother.
"Tomath!"
"Tomath, my brother. They've done something to your brain, but it's OK, dear.
It's ok, I'll fix it, but you've got to help me now, Help me, just a little,.."
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Vegeta smirked at the scene, then pulled attention to himself once more.
"All good and great girl. You've done better then I thought, but now I really am getting rather sick of you."
Bulma started screaming again as he raised his hand for the second time, but she couldn't really pysically stop him.
He'd make her understand. Later. Goku, unfortunately, could.
"Please don't." he said as he grabbed the shorter man's hand. "I understand how you feel."
"YOU understand how I FEEL?
oh, really? HOW would YOU know? I'm the one BLEEDING here. YUu look just fine to me."
"yeah. I am now. But," and he looked over his shoulder and lowered his voice.
"I doubt I will be after I explain Chichi what happened to the house,..."
Vegeta smirked as he dreamed up what fate awaited the bigger Saij-jin.
"Vegeta, you have to forgive her." the man continued, just as his mate chimed in again.
"YOur _house_? Goku? Something happened to your house? Will someone _please explain_ what the HELL is going on?"
Well, truth be told, the prince of Saij-jins was hardly upset at all anymore.
True, he'd just got seriously beat up.
But then again that was hardly something new.
His son, at least, was beginning to show he wasn't as soft as Vegeta had feared.
Kakaroth was getting his own back soon. That annoying mate of his got what she deserved.
For once not being able to blame _him_ for any demolision to thier house.
As for the brat that had caused all this;
half of her insolent face was purple from bruising, the other from sheeting with rage.
Besides, letting her live might pepper up the human race in the long run. Kami knew, the cowards needed it.
Not that Pesky was willing to live;
"Fogive ME? My work here isn't done! I will finish this abomilition or die TRYING!!"
The little girl got a booming in her voice that suggest she had said this before.
"Oh, Kami, please!" Goku sighed, exasporated. "Vegeta isn't really going to blow up earth, are you Veggie?"
he asked the man he was still wrestling.
Vegeta stopped in his struggles a moment, his strength already sapped.
"Not before I defeat and KILL YOU KAKKAROTH!"
Goku grinned at the little girl. "See, and when would that be likely to happen?"
"I HEARD THAT KAKAROTH!" and he took another swing at the bigger Saij-jin.
But kept it at one. In his present, weakened condition, he was making a fool out of himself.
Pesky sighed. "I suppose I should just leave it up to you.
Not that I've changed my mind on the subject, but I haven't had much succes untill now.
Besides." and she wiggled a bit.
"I'm not much in a position to argue."
"Great, now, Vegeta."
The dark Saij-jin grumbled. He'd mentally already given up.
"Tell you what, Kakaroth," And he grabbed Bulma by the arm and made his way to the door.
"If she's out of my sight by the time I get back here, I'll refrian from hunting her down and killing her."
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"Thank you!" Goku called after him, then turned back to the three remaining children in the room.
"I supppose now we'd better get you kids home, eh? Now, where do you live?"
Tomath got an appologetic look on his face and started to stammer a street name the Saij-jin had never hear of.
For once, Pesky said something helpfull.
"It's right about on the other side of the world.
I suppose you could give them a call and they'll pay for the plane-ticket.
Though they're going to wonder how we got here."
Goku got a puzzled look on his face and started to ask how they _had_ gotten here, but was interrupted by Trunks.
"ANd then we'll have to reserve seats.
And wait for your flight. I don't think my fahter can wait that long."
He promptly started to rip off the bandages that tied the girl to the bed.
"I know I can't. I'll take you myself."
With that, he scooped up a very surprised Pesky and took off right through the window.
Goku looked down on the little boy, then scooted him up and took up after the children.
Tomath seemed to have flown before, quieting down after a few whoops.
Which made it possible to hear the conversation going on ahead of him.
"Well, if I'd know you know do this, I would have tried killing you _after_ you took me home,.."
A rather smug-sounding Pesky was saying.
-"hmmmm."
"So nice of you to bother."
-"grrrr." Trunks answered by putting on some more speed.
Goku looked down at his own burdon. "hey, Tomath, isn't it?"
-"Yes?"
"Do you think, well. Maybe Pesky and Trunks,.. _like_ each other?"
As the flew on into a conveniently placed sunset the only sound that could be heard over the rathing wind,
was the delerious laughter on one highly amused little boy.
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*cracks up* well, that's it from me. :) hope you've enjoyed reading as much as I've enjoyed writing.
*waves* bey! CU!!