Be Careful What You Wish For

by b-chan

It's just a normal day for the dragonball crew. Everyone's at a picnic having fun while the eternal dragon's at home watching his favorite soap opera. Eh? Yes and he's been trying to this one episode for years, but is always interrupted with a wish. W

6. Be Careful What You Wish For 6

Be Careful What You Wish For

Chapter 6

Pan giggled as one Trunks fed her grapes, another rubbed her feet, and the other fanned with one of those giant leaf fans.

"Oh Trunks," she said dreamily licking the fingers of the one feeding her. "I don't deserve you."

"Of course, you don't," said the Trunks at her feet.

Pan smiled then blinked as his words sank in.

"You don't really think we love you, do you, Pan?" asked the one fanning her. All three Trunks stopped their tasks to look with disgust at her.

"But you—this whole time—" stammered Pan, a cold feeling starting to seep into her chest.

All three Trunks laughed at her. "How could we love a pathetic creature like you? We only tolerate you because of the wish."

"But, I love you," said Pan getting up from her lying down position to kneel in front of the three.

They laughed again. "Many women love us, what makes you so special?"

Pan watching in horror as dozens of beautiful women walked up behind the three and began running their hands along them. One Trunks pulled a long haired blonde to him, hugging her possessively around the waist. Another leaned his head to the side to let a woman with piercing blue eyes kiss his neck. And, the last kissed a woman with fair pale skin and a heart shaped face. The three Trunks and the women suddenly glowed with light too bright to look at; Pan squeezed her eyes shut. When she opened them again, her mouth dropped.

Before her was Trunks holding Marron, kissing her very passionately on the mouth. They parted and turned to Pan with smug smirks.

"I told you so, Pan. Whatever made you think you had a chance?" asked Marron hugging tighter to Trunks' chest.

"Marron?" said Pan in a daze.

"Trunks," purred Marron. "Why don't you get rid of her so we can be alone?"

Trunks grinned just like his father and turned super saiya-jin, still hugging Marron. He lifted up one arm from hugging Marron and pointed it at her.

"Say good bye, little girl," said Trunks in a cold voice before launching a ki blast at her.

"Ahhhhhhhh!" Pan flailed her arms and kicked her legs. She couldn't see anything.

"Pan?!" called a voice and then Pan was blinded as the bed covers were pulled off her head. She squeezed her eyes shut then after a few seconds opened them to see a scary green face inches away from her.

"Ahhhhhhh! Monster!" shouted Pan punching out at the green face.

Gohan was hit square on the jaw. He flew backwards on to the carpet with a 'humph'. "Ouch...." he moaned rubbing his face. "Pan, why'd you do that?" came Gohan's muffled reply.

"D-dad?!" stammered Pan jumping out of bed and kneeling down beside her father. "I'm sorry, dad, I didn't know it was you!" she said helping him up into a seated position. "Why are you in my room?"

Gohan readjusted his glasses and wiped invisible dust off of himself. "I heard you cry out and came in to see what was the matter. Were you having a nightmare or something?"

Pan laughed nervously. "Oh, I'm fine, dad. You don't need to worry about me. I'd better go take a shower and get ready for school!" She gave Gohan a quick kiss on the cheek before jumping up and running to the bathroom.

"Teenagers," said Gohan shaking his head and slowly getting up.

Bulma grumbled to himself as he tied the blue bathrobe around his waist.

"My own husband kicked me out of our room, the nerve!" he signed and opened the door to head down the hall to his and Vegeta's room. He need to take a shower and all his bath items where in the bathroom the two shared together. "Although, I can't honestly say I won't have done the same thing. It's just I'm use to being the one to throw him out. Hmmm.... I guess since Vegeta's the woman right now, it's alright for her to throw me out. I've never heard of any decent couple where the husband threw his wife out of the bedroom to sleep on the couch." A smiled played on Bulma's lips. "Could it be, Vegeta's getting in touch with his feminine side?" He giggled at that and opened the door to their room. He peeked inside and looked around. Good, she's not in here. Bulma entered the room and headed straight for the bathroom. He opened the door and stared in shock at the view that presented him.

The bathroom was all fogged up, showing that there had just been a shower in it. Standing it the middle of the room was Vegeta, in nothing but her birthday suit. The ex-saiya-jin was rubbing her wet black hair with a white towel, the rest of her dripping wet and bare for all to see.

Bulma felt his blood turn hot and he was struck dumb- unable to look away or react.

Vegeta slowly turned her head to glare at him with hard black eyes. A wicket grin spread across her features as she stalked toward the astounded saiya-jin. She reached Bulma and grabbed him by his thick black hair. "See something interesting, boy," the woman purred sexily into his ears making him shiver with sudden desire and lust.

"Sweet Kami-sama," breathed Bulma grabbing and pulling that soft shapely form to press tight to his. The ex-saiya-jin laughed sexily and licked her lips in a tempting way. Bulma also licked his suddenly dry lips and titled his head forward to capture the princess's pouty ones.

"BEEEP BEEEP BEEEP!"

"AHHHHHHHHHH!" shouted Bulma bolting right up in his bed. He glanced all around and patted the sheets looking for the drop dead sexy creature that was suppose to be right there next to him.

"Oh wait.... now I remember, we did have a fight and Vegeta kicked me out of the bedroom." The saiya-jin sighed loudly and flopped back down on the bed, replaying that exciting dream again in his head. A shiver ran down his spine. "Damn it, I'm doing it again!" shouted Bulma sitting back up. "I just can't get the idea out of my head!"

Bulma had been thinking about the idea of jumping Vegeta ever since this whole wish thing had happened. As the days went by it became increasingly harder to think of other things. "I can't believe I've became that dependent of sex, it hasn't even been a week! Arghh!" Bulma growled getting out of bed.

"This is all Vegeta's fault! If he wasn't such a damned exciting, hot, passionate, thrilling, vigorous, inventive—damn it, this isn't helping!"

The saiya-jin strolled about the room, uttering curses to himself and trying to calm down. "She hasn't been helping either. This whole time she's being running around wild, with no bra, in tight ass outfits, bending and stretching, just like she's was a damn aerobics instructor. We'll it's not like she couldn't be one if she want to, she's pretty flexible...blush."

"Ahhhhhh! I'm doing it again!"

Bulma began banging her head against the wall until it began to crack.

"Oh, this isn't helping and I'm ruining my wall," said Bulma. A bit of plaster crumpled off the cracked wall. "Oops... what an eye sore that is."

Looking around he moved a hanging picture over the cracked area. "That should work till I can get it fixed." The saiya-jin stretched and yawned. "I wonder if Vegeta's done with the bathroom so I can use it?" The remembrance of Bulma's dream came back to him… blush.

"Kami-sama! Is my brain working on only one track today?! It's like I have no control over myself!" Bulma paused remembering when this mess all happened.

-Flash back-

"I hate this!" shouted Vegeta. "I have no power at all!"

"Ha," said Bulma crossing his arms. "Now you know how it's feels."

"Oh, shut up. You're the one that going to be hurting in a few days."

"What's that supposed to mean," snapped Bulma.

"Vegeta smiled evilly at his mate. "You'll see. So little control. Besides, you're not so tough!"

-End of flash back-

"She knew! She knew I was going to go through this! Ahhhhh! That little vixen! How could she possible know I would go crazy!"

Bulma paused in her raving and slowly walked over to the calendar. He found today's date and paled. "Full moon."

"Nooooo! I don't want to work behind a desk! Noooo!" shouted Goku running across a barren plain. A large group of people running after him with cameras, papers, and files.

As he ran, a giant version of himself dressed in his gray business suit popped out of the ground right in front of his path. The figure's eyes glowed red as it reached out a large hand to him.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!"

Goku sat upright, panting wildly.

"A dream...." He slapped a hand over his face then wiped it across his brow, noticing he was quite sweaty. Letting out a shaky breath, he looked at his trembling hand.

"Get a hold of yourself, Son, you're not a little boy now." Despite his words he wished someone were there for him to embrace. His heart was torn between his love for his freedom and his love for Chi-Chi. He bowed his head. He had decided last night which was more important to him: Chi-Chi. He was going to do it he was going to find the dragon balls.

Goku began undoing the white buttons of his shirt as he got ready for a quick dip in the lake to calm him down and wash off the sweat. He freed himself from his clothes and climbed a large boulder. Looking down, he scanned the deep depths of the water till he spotted a dark shape swimming lazily below. With a grin that was very much his own, very much a carefree young man, he dove into the water right at the dark shape. A moment later a giant fish was sent flying out of the water to land on the grass besides the lake. Goku's head popped up a second later.

"Ha! Gotcha!" shouted the saiya-jin in triumph swimming slowly over to his catch. "Hmm," he said licking his lips. "You look tasty."

The saiya-jin didn't even bother to get dressed. He simply gutted and cooked his catch naked. As he watched the fish roast on the poles he'd stuck it on, he lay in the soft grass and let the morning rays dry him. He sighed into the grass, how he did love the simple things. The fresh air, the soft grass beneath him, birds chirping, and the smell of meat cooking drool.

"I'm going to miss this," he said absentmindedly into the grass losing a bit of his happiness with those words.

Goten cast out his sixth sense and smiled wildly; they were gone! The only ki he could feel was his mother's in the kitchen, no one else! Just him and his mom! Goten was so happy he could cry.

"It's going to be a beautiful day!" said the demi-saiya-jin opening his window and breathing in the fresh air. "Hey! I'm in my boxers! Half naked for all to see!" he shouted out the window. He began dancing around in front of the window, posing, and strutting his stuff. He nearly did cry when there weren't any flashes assaulting him and no screaming girls appeared.

Whistling, Goten began to get dressed, in a much brighter mood then he's been since the beginning of the week.

Once he was finished Goten walked down stairs to see what was for breakfast.

"Good morning, Mom!" shouted Goten going over to her he picked her up and whirling her around.

"Ahhhhh!" shouted Chi-Chi and beat on his head with the wooden spoon she'd been using to stir eggs with. "Goten! You put me down right this instant!"

"Oops, sorry mom," said Goten putting her down and practically skipping over to his chair.

"You're in a good mood this morning," said Chi-Chi going back to fixing breakfast.

"Yup!" said Goten his mouth beginning to water from the delicious smell.

Chi-Chi didn't say any more as she continued to cook, which got Goten's attention. His mother would usually scold him for acting so silly, but she was quiet, too quiet. He tried to get a good look at her face, but her back was to him and no matter how much he twisted around in his chair, he couldn't see her expression.

Goten screeched as the chair fell backward in his attempt to see his mother's face and landed with a thud on the hard title floor.

"Goten?" said Chi-Chi turning around and looking down at her youngest.

Goten laughed sheepishly and got his first good look. What he saw shocked him. Chi-Chi looked tired, there were dark circles under her eyes and her face was pale. She obviously hadn't gotten much sleep last night.

"Mom?" said Goten getting up. "Are you okay?" he asked lifting a hand to touch her cheek.

Chi-Chi moved out of his reach. "I'm fine, Goten honey." She went back to the stove to finish cooking the eggs.

Goten frowned at her back, something was definitely wrong. He looked around and realized that his father was absent. Surely he won't have gone to work with all the commotion from yesterday...?

"Mom? Where's dad?"

A long pause filled the room before Chi-Chi spoke. "I don't know.... he didn't come home last night."

So that was it, she was worried about dad. His mother always worried too much. "Oh, well I'm sure he's okay. He is the strongest man alive," said Goten putting as much cheerfulness in his voice as he could.

"Yes, I'm sure he is," said Chi-Chi in an emotionless voice. "He'll probably come home tonight, after Bulma's fixes everything with the press."

"Good," said Goten sitting back down in his chair. "I'm so happy tomorrow, this whole disaster will be over."

"Yes," said Chi-Chi turning to look at him with a real smile on her face. "Tomorrow it will all be over."

Trunks watched as Goku laughed maniacally as lighting flashed about the dark room. Strange machines and instruments sparked with electricity.

"It's alive! It's alive!" shouted the saiya-jin. A bright bolt of lighting flashed close to him. All that could be seen was his tall shadow waving his arms.

"G-Goku-san?" stammered Trunks.

The saiya-jin turned to him. He had a surgeon's mask loose around his neck, white rubber gloves, a lab coat that was speckled with grime and what looked like blood.

"Ah, Trunks you're just in time to see my work of art!" shouted the saiya-jin raising his arms as lighting flashed again behind him.

Trunks' eyes darted around wondering how he did that. "Work of art?" said Trunks turning back to look at the saiya-jin scientist.

"Yes, my true masterpiece," said the saiya-jin dramatically and turned back towards the table he'd been laughing over a moment ago.

Trunks stared in shock at the saiya-jin's lab coat which had the words "Mad Scientist" written on the back. He glanced around again as sinister music began to play.

"Behold! My masterpiece!" shouted Goku grabbing hold of the white cloth that was draped over the table hiding the object underneath.

Trunks gasped and took a step back as the figure sat up in a zombie-like style, its arms extended out in front of it. It groaned and turned its hold body to the side, sliding off the table to stand with its arms still extended.

Goku laughed madly again.

Trunks screamed like a girl. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

All three Trunks sat bolt right up from their futons and screamed. After a few moments of screaming they stopped and panted hard.

"Another dream," they said gulping in air. All three froze and turned to look at each other. Their faces turned white and they screamed like girls again.

One Trunks dove over the ruined bed, another under it, the last on top of it and under the covers. Unfortunately, the bed was barely still in one piece and the added weight of the Trunks on top made it collapse. Thus, squishing the one under it.

The two Trunks not under the bed stared at the squirming limbs of their counterpart that stuck out from under the ruins of the bed. The limbs struggled for several seconds then went limp.

"What's going on in here?" asked a female voice.

The two un-squished Trunks turned to see Bra staring at the scene through the doorway. Her eyes got wide as she looked at the feet of the Trunks under the bed, looking very much like the wicked witch of the east from the "Wizard of Oz."

"What happened in here?!"

"Um," said the two un-squished Trunks. "Nothing," they said together.

"Why is he under there?"

"Um... no reason," they said together.

"O...kay," said Bra eyeing the scene with an odd expression. "Mom wanted me to wake you three up and tell you to get ready for the meeting. You'd better hurry you've only got 30 minutes.

"Okay," said the two conscious Trunks.

Bra took one last glance at the feet under the beds, then turned, and fled.

The one on top of the bed jumped off and crouched down on the opposite side from the other Trunks. "Trunks?" they both called, getting no answer.

"I think you killed him," said one Trunks.

"I did not!" said the other. "Hey, get up!" shouted that Trunks poking at one of the hands that stuck out from under the bed. He picked it up and dropped it limply back to the floor. "Um...."

The two Trunks heaved the bed off their third and dragged him over to one of the futons.

"Hey! Hey! Wake up!"

The unconscious Trunks groaned and whimpered a little. The two conscious ones exchanged glances.

"Hello! Earth to Trunks! Come in, Trunks!" shouted one slapping him a little on the face.

The unconscious Trunks laughed in his sleep and mumbled something. The two leaned closer to hear what.

"Ah Pan, don't do that.... No, stop it."

"Hey!" shouted both Trunks, both began shaking and slapping him. "No dreaming about Pan without us!"

"Ahhhhhhh!" shouted the once unconscious Trunks. He sat up with a jolt. After he'd calmed down he looked around confused.

"I had the strangest dream where I was a munchkin from the "Wizard of Oz and Pan was Dorothy; she sat on me and tickled me till I couldn't breathe."

Both the other Trunks sweat dropped. "Man, can't we ever have any good dreams?!"

"Did I miss something?" said the one that had been squished.

"I can't believe we screamed like girls," said one Trunks in embarrassment.

"Hey, that was a freaky dream," said another.

"Yah, especially when he pulled back the covers and there was a Frankenstein Trunks there."

"Scary!" squeaked all three and hugged each other.

"Ahhhhh!" shouted one Trunks.

"What?!" shouted the others looking around for a Frankenstein Trunks to pop up.

"Look at the time!" shouted the one that had screamed before, who also happened to be the one facing the wall with a clock hanging on it.

"Ahhhhhh! We only have 15 minutes left! We're late!" shouted the three jumping up to get dressed.

Vegeta yawned and stretched cat-like, keeping her eyes closed a bit longer, too comfortable to get up just then.

"Vegeta," called a teasing voice.

The ex-saiya-jin groaned and rolled over to her side yanking the covers up to her shoulder.

"Vegeta," called the voice again even more teasing then before.

"Go away," grumbled the sleepy human.

The voice laughed and gently shook her by the shoulder. "Wakey wakey."

"Grrrr, for the last time, Bulma! Leave me alone!"

"But, I'm not Bulma, Veggi-chan," came the amused voice.

Vegeta's eyes snapped open and she glanced over her shoulder to see Goku laying down on the bed next to her, eyes looking lovingly at her.

Needless to say, Vegeta panicked. "Ahhhh!!" shouted the ex-saiya-jin, diving out of the bed to crash on the floor.

"Vegeta!" shouted Goku's concerned voice. He crawled over to look down at her from the bed. "You okay?"

"Kakararot! What are you doing in my bed!" Vegeta screamed at the saiya-jin.

"Why, don't you remember, Vegeta? It was your idea after all."

"What?! What are you talking about, you pathetic excuse for a saiya-jin!" shouted Vegeta waving her arms in front of her.

"Vegeta, you should be more careful in your condition," said Goku getting up and going to the ex-saiya-jin.

"What?! What condition! Just because I'm a human woman right now doesn't mean I can't kick you ass still!"

"Silly girl!" smiled Goku bending over to scoop up the protesting ex-saiya-jin. "You really should be more careful with our kid."

Vegeta's face went blank before taking on a look of pure horror. She glanced down at her know round belly.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!"

Vegeta's screams could be heard throughout the whole Capsule Corps building. The only reason they stopped was because Vegeta's lungs ran out of air to scream with.

The ex-saiya-jin patted her 'flat' stomach several times and glanced around for any signs that some else might have slept in the bed besides her.

"Kami-sama! What a nightmare! I feel sick and dirty! I need a shower." The ex-saiya-jin staggered to the bathroom.

Goku glance at the groups of people gathering at Capsule Corps from his spot in the air. He figured it would be bad if they saw him there and was very careful to keep out of their sight.

Goku levitated down to an open window and stepped inside. He walked out of the guestroom he'd landed in and began walking down the halls, looking for Bulma by sensing the new saiya-jin's ki. He found Bulma sitting down going over his speech at the kitchen table while drinking a mug of coffee.

Bulma's eyes glanced up to see Goku's familiar face. "Son Goku (Japanese style .)! What are you doing here?" asked Bulma putting down his speech and mug.

"I have a favor to ask of you, Bulma," said Goku.

"Really, what can I do for you? You'd better make it quick, I've got a meeting to attend, not to mention what Vegeta might do to you if she sees you there."

Goku laughed nervously. "Really, Bulma, I have no idea how that rumor about the two of us ever got started."

Bulma waved a hand at him. "Don't worry about it, Goku. It happens all the time around here, the press loves to make things up about us. Anyway, what can I do for you?"

"I need the dragon radar," said Goku.

"What?! Why?" said Bulma in shock. "Really, Goku, you know what happened last time someone tried to make a wish."

"I know," said Goku. "But, I think the dragon will grant me this wish, he already has in a way."

"Okay, but the dragon just granted seven wishes. Do you think the balls are even active?"

"I think they are. Shenlong didn't grant any official wish. Therefore, I believe that the dragon balls should still be active."

"Possible. Here let me go get the radar and check." Bulma got up and went to his lab. He came back after a few minutes with the radar in one hand. "You're right, they are still active," he said, handing Goku the radar.

"Thought so, thanks Bulma, I'll bring it back tomorrow." Goku turned to leave.

"Wait! What are you going to wish for?" asked Bulma.

"Well.... I was going to wish to stay this way," said Goku quietly.

"What?!" shouted Bulma. "I don't know about you, Goku! But, I don't want to be a saiya-jin man for the rest of my life. I sure as hell don't want to have three Trunks for a son! And what about Goten and Gohan! Do you want your son to remain a Namek sei-jin forever! And Vegeta! What do you think Vegeta will do to you when he find out you made her a permanent girl! Huh!?"

Goku gulped and backed away from Bulma. Bulma always had a fighter's aura, but now that he had a fighter's body, he was even scarier.

"Calm down, Bulma," said Goku waving his hand at him. "I didn't mean all the wishes. I meant my wish. I'm going to ask the dragon not to cancel my wish tomorrow."

Bulma blinked at him. "Are you serious, Goku? Have you talked to Chi-Chi about this?"

Goku's smiled dropped a little. "I'm doing this for her."

Bulma looked slightly taken aback. "Well... if this is what you really want, I won't stop you, but are you sure, Goku?"

The saiya-jin smiled weakly and nodded.

Bulma frowned, but didn't stop him. "All right, if that's what you want, Goku. I wish you good luck."

"Thank you, Bulma," said Goku, bowing to her. "I'm grateful for your help." He turned and walked away, waving to her as he went.

"Oh, Goku. Is that what you really want?" asked Bulma watching his retreating form. He shook his head and made a note to ask Chi-Chi about it.

Goten walked down the school hall with a smile on his face. Not one girl had come up to him yet; it was going to be a good day.

"Goten?"

Goten frowned slightly and turned around to see the Goten's preservation club.

"Oh, hi girls. What's up?"

"Goten, are you okay? We heard that a perverted female ninja ghost was seducing you every night with her evil powers, trying to take you with her to the grave." The girls all looked at him with concern. "That's why we weren't at your house this morning, we were too afraid of the ghost."

Goten had to try really hard not to smile. "Oh, I haven't seen any ghost. I'm sure it's nothing. After all, what could a ghost do to me? They have no bodies," said Goten shrugging his shoulders.

"It could steal your underwear," said one girl. The others nodded.

Goten blinked and stared at them. He laughed nervously. "What would a ghost want with my underwear. It's not like it can wear them."

The girl's lips quivered, "Be careful!" they all cried at once. "We don't what a ghost to seduce you to your grave!"

Goten gulped and looked around to see dozens of students staring at them. Great if the whole school didn't know before they will soon enough. Goten sighed loudly.

"I'll be careful."

"Promise?"

"I promise," said Goten "Besides, I ain't afraid of no ghost."

"Wow, Goten, you're the bravest," said one of the girls starting to get starry eyed.

Uh, oh. They're already starting to revert back. Better run.

"Oh look a the time, got to go," said Goten walking away at a fast pace.

"Where are they?" asked Bulma out loud glancing down at his watch. "The meeting's about to begin!"

Bulma watched in shock as three Trunks came tumbling down the stairs.

"Ouch!" shouted one on the bottom.

"I told you we shouldn't run downstairs together!"

"Hey, I'm not the one that tripped!"

"Boys!" shouted Bulma crossing his arms in front of his chest and tapping his foot impatiently on the floor.

"Yes, sir," said all three looking up from the dog pile.

Bulma sighed loudly. "Never mind. Let's just get this over and done with," he pushed the meeting room door open and walking through. The three Trunks untangled themselves and hurried after him.

As soon as the four entered the room, photographers began snapping shots of them and reporters began shouting questions.

Bulma calmly walked up to the podium. The three Trunks followed and stood behind him. Bulma waited a few moments for the photographers to snap a few more pictures before clearing his throat and calling for attention. The crowd quieted with the occasional flash from a camera.

"Good, now that I've got your attention. My name is Brad Briefs. I'm here today to cancel any and all rumors regarding Capsule Corps cloning and selling humans for market."

The groups went wild shouting questions about the three Trunks standing behind Bulma.

"I am perfectly aware that there are three Trunks standing behind me, however there is only one Trunks. The other two are hired actors for a commercial ad."

The crowd roared low to themselves, chatting about the discovery.

"Mr. Briefs! Why is it that you are here instead of the President of Capsule Corps, Bulma Briefs?!"

"Yah, what is your relationship to the Briefs family?!"

The crowd began to shout more questions at Bulma.

"I will answer those questions. I am Mrs. Briefs' cousin Brad. I have kept myself for the most part out of Capsule corps affairs, but I have taken over temporarily for my cousin Bulma Briefs."

"Mr. Briefs! Where is Mrs. Briefs?"

"She is on vacation with her husband Vegeta. The two do not wish to be disturbed, therefore, they were not notified about the events that have taken place lately."

"Are you staying that the rumor that Mr. Vegeta had a sex change is false?!"

"Yes!" roared Bulma. He had to cough a little to try and hide how ironic that question was and how true. "The woman that bears features like Mr. Vegeta is his twin sister Veggi." 'Please don't kill me for this Vegeta', thought Bulma. "She's been staying at Capsule Corps as a guest and was my date for the Capsule Corps party that she was seen in with Son Goku at, therefore, making them only acquaintances to each other and nothing more."

"Mr. Briefs—"

"Mr. Briefs! What is your relationship with Miss. Vegeta?!"

Bulma sweat dropped. She won't let me anywhere near her thought Bulma. Bulma sighed sadly.

"My relationship with Ms. Vegeta is of no concern to the general public." Bulma lifted up a remote and pushed a button on it. A screen appeared behind Bulma and the three Trunks. "This is the commercial that was just finished especially for this meeting it will appear on air later today."

The crowd grew quiet as Bulma and the three Trunks moved out from in front of the screen and watched at the commercial began.

As he watched, Bulma had to admit that computer animation had done wonders for the commercial ad business. He watched as the scenes perfectly blended together from a street basketball game of all the three Trunks shooting hops. Zooming in to the building that stood behind a chain-link fence and the game where a chaperon Trunks helped a business Trunks into a car to show a driver Trunks adjusting the mirror so that his eyes could be seen looking at the one in back. The scene zoomed into his eyes to an ocean were one Trunks drove a speed boat, while the two others skied behind it. One jumped over the other Trunks and splashed up a spray of water that changed the scene again.

Yes, thought Bulma. Linda had done a very good job.

The three Trunks shifted uncomfortably. From where they stood, this was terrible! The commercial showed more of Trunks'.... ASSessts then it did the product. How was this commercial supposed to sell automobiles and what not?! A mini hot spot formed around the three when the bike part showed up as their face turned crimson red. They squirmed even more uncomfortably as they remembered just how tight those pants were.

Then the commercial ended with the bike scene, much to the three's horror. After all, it was the last impression and they didn't want it to be their backsides in too tight pants.

The light turned back on and the reports started shouting more questions, not only at Bulma but at the three Trunks as well who were all blushing fiercely.

Bulma spotted the looks on the three's face and decided that they couldn't take much more.

"That will be all for today," called Bulma. Without another word he left with the three Trunks.

Once they were alone....

"Oh Kami-sama! What kind of commercial was that!" screamed all three Trunks pulling on their hair.

"What?" asked Bulma. "It got my attention."

"I'll bet it got every female's attention!" roared the three. "Our butts are going to be on every TVs around, don't put the commercial on the air!" shouted the three.

"Trunks, I have to put it up, everyone is expecting me to. Beside, it wasn't that revealing."

"Yes it was! We saw men shifting around when that bike scene was up! They were uncomfortable just looking at us!"

Bulma slapped a hand over both of his ears. Have a saiya-jin's sensitive hearing and three people yelling at you in perfect sync was hard on the ears.

"Well there's nothing I can do about it so live with it!" shouted back Bulma

The faces of all three dropped.

"We're doomed!" they whimpered.

"Kami-sama! What if Pan sees it!"

During lunch at Pan's school…

"Hurry! It's coming on again!" shouted one excited female student.

"What's going on?" asked Pan to one of her friends. The friend was just as clueless as she.

"Hurry Pan! It's the new Capsule Corps commercial! You've got to see it!" shouted one of her friends running over to were dozens of girls had set up a TV as well as a VCR; they were recording the commercial.

"Is that the commercial that your boyfriend's in?" asked one of Pan's friends.

"Oh, I want to see it!" shouted another friends.

"Come on, let's go watch it!" shouted one of the girls pushing Pan as well as the other girls over to the TV.

The girls all began screaming as the commercial started and they showed the three purple hair hotties in different rolls. Pan's eyes nearly dropped out of her head. She began pushing her way to the TV.

"What are you doing?!"

"Down in front!"

"We can't see!"

Pan flung herself in front of the TV. "That's my boyfriend! Don't look at him like that!" shouted Pan hugging the TV.

"Out of the way!" shouted the girls trying to pry her off the TV.

When they finally managed to get her off the TV the commercial was over. All the girls groaned and moaned.

"Pan! Why did you do that!" shouted one of her friends angrily.

"I've got the commercial on tape!" shouted one girl waving the tape above her head. The girls all cheered and told her to put it in.

"NO!" shouted Pan trying to jump back in to the crowd and snatch the video.

"That's MY boyfriend! No one is allowed to look at him like that but me! Give me that tape!"

A struggle broke out and the tape was hidden when Pan was busy trying to get past some girls.

"Calm down, Pan! It's not like every scene they showed was of your guy!" shouted one girl.

"Yah, she's right! Only one of those guys was the really Trunks! So what's your problem?! There's two guys up for grabs in that commercial so we should be allowed to look!"

Pan wanted to growl that all three of them were her Trunks! But, of course, she couldn't. She could only watch in horror and blush along with the other girls as they put the tape in and played it again, and again, and again, and.....

Chi-Chi unbuckled her seat belt and hopped out of her red air car. She was quite surprised to see that there were no reporters or camera crews running around. A small smile tugged at her mouth that was Bulma for you. He had really power to get what he wanted.

Chi-Chi walked up to the front door and rang the bell. It wasn't long before Bulma answered it. The saiya-jin was dressed in a very loose fitting tank top, large gray sweats, and his hair was slightly damp from a shower by Chi-Chi's guess. Chi-Chi had to admit that Bulma was sure built as a saiya-jin man, that outfit didn't hide much of the new saiya-jin's finely toned form.

"Chi-Chi, come on in," said Bulma moving out of the way to let the human female through.

"So how did the meeting go?" asked Chi-Chi bending over to take off her shoes.

"I thought it went well, but Trunks was rather upset over the commercial. It seem Linda went for sex appeal when she created it, poor boys were red as tomatoes when it was over."

Chi-Chi shook her head. "What about the business with Goku? Is that fixed?" asked Chi-Chi following Bulma to the kitchen.

"Should be, I explained that he and Vegeta were only acquaintances. In fact, I think these vultures will be writing a few articles about me and Vegeta now," sighed Bulma.

"What's wrong with that?" asked Chi-Chi sitting down in one of the kitchen chairs. "I mean you two are a couple even if your roles have switched."

"Well... not really," said Bulma not looking at Chi-Chi and sitting down in a chair himself.

"What do you mean? Are you two still having troubles?"

"When are we not having troubles?" joked Bulma. "No, it's just that Vegeta doesn't want me anywhere near her as she is right now and I...."

"You what?"

"Well, I.... I'd like to spend some time together. I mean I kind of miss... well you know... um," stammered Bulma.

"You mean you two aren't having sex?!"

Bulma blushed bright red. "Gee, thanks, Chi-Chi. A little louder please."

"Sorry, it's just a surprise to me."

"Why do you say that?" demanded Bulma.

"Well, it's just that you two always seem like a really sensual couple, you know. I thought you two would be exploiting this opportunity, not fighting over it."

Bulma coughed uncomfortably. "Well, no such luck. Vegeta doesn't want to. In fact the little vixen's been taunting me about it."

"How so?" asked Chi-Chi.

"Well, you weren't there when it all first happened, but Vegeta hinted that I'd lose it somewhere along the week. I think it has something to do with the moon. At least from what I know about Vegeta, he always reacted to it. And, tonight there's going to be a full one."

"You'd better stay inside," said Chi-Chi. "Don't want you turning into a giant Oozaru. Hmmm, the moon. I think you're right, even Goku comes home from training on a full moon. It's kind of strange now that I think about it. I always thought it was because he was afraid of it or something. You know, like he thought he'd change even though he doesn't have a tail any more. I never thought that his wanting to be comforted was instinctive." Chi-Chi shrugged her shoulders.

"Well, I think it is instinct, because all I can think about lately is grabbing that hellcat and making her scream my name."

Chi-Chi blushed.

"Oops, sorry," laughed Bulma. "Too much information."

"Well why don't you?" asked Chi-Chi.

"What?!" shouted Bulma slightly taken aback.

"Why don't you? Has Vegeta ever taken no for an answer?"

"Well... no?"

"Then why are you?"

"But, she's a... and I'm—I'd hurt her... and I'm really a WOMAN. And, he's really a man! It'd be too... well, too weird."

"Is that your problem? Bulma, you're a man right now and Vegeta's a woman, there's nothing wrong with that. It's not like you're both the same sex."

"Um..." Bulma laughed uncomfortably. "There's still the matter of power differences. I don't want to kill her."

Chi-Chi looked at the saiya-jin. "Haven't you tried learning any control?"

Bulma shook his head.

"Well, I can show you the basics if you want," said Chi-Chi.

"You know how to control your ki?" asked Bulma slightly shocked.

"Of course I do! I'm one of the strongest women on the planet. Don't forget I was trained to fight ever since I was a little girl. Just because I'm more devoted to being a wife and mother right now, doesn't mean I've forgotten how to fight."

Bulma smirk, looking more then a little sinister. "All right, teach me."

Goten went to line up with the other students in his PE class, no one had even harassed him in the locker room! It was going to be a good day.

He blinked in shock when a green Namek sei-jin stepped out to call roll, then mentally smacked himself. He'd completely forgotten that Gohan was teaching his class today. He grinned to himself this might be fun.

Gohan went down the line of students, checking off names of the ones that weren't there. He paused when he came to Goten and looked at his younger brother. He had a real smile on his face, obviously he was excited about today. Gohan couldn't help but smirk a little himself. Yes, today was going to be interesting.

"All right! Everyone out to the foot ball field!" shouted Gohan. He hadn't even worn his whistle just in case he forgot again.

The class headed out to the field and Gohan divided the class up into two teams.

"Mr. Piccolo!" shouted several girls running up to him.

Gohan looked at them. "Yes? How can I help you, girls?"

"Play, Mr. Piccolo!"

"Yes, please play on our team!" shouted another girl.

"But, I'm the teacher," said Gohan in shock. They wanted him to play? He looked at the teams and realized that Goten was on the opposite team from the girls that wanted him to play.

"Oh, please, Mr. Piccolo! Just this once!"

"Yah, we heard that you were really great at martial arts and stuff, please!" begged one girl.

"Well, okay," said Gohan. Why not, it looked like fun and besides he'd never played football against his younger brother.

Goten smiled wider as Gohan accepted the girls' invitation to play. Ah, the power of the female species was great indeed. He was getting more then a little excited about playing against his older brother.

Everyone lined up Goten and Gohan in front of each other. Both gave a quick smile to the other before the ball was hiked. The two clashed, both straining at the other, the grass at their feet was dug up as they did so. The selected ref called out when a student dropped the ball and it was tagged.

Gohan and Goten broke off and looked at the ground under them, they'd been pretty much stalemated, neither had moved an inch. Of course both were just getting warmed up.

The football was hiked on Goten's team the thrower drew back his arm and hurled the ball toward the goal line. Every one gasped as Gohan's arms stretched out and snatched the ball right out of the air.

Gohan was shocked with himself he'd forgotten that Namek sei-jin could stretch their limbs like that. Of course, he remembered the real Mr. Piccolo doing it several times, but he'd never thought he'd do it himself. He glanced over to his students…what did they think of that?

"Wow! That was great! Go Mr. Piccolo!" called the girls on his team.

They lined up and did a cheer. Gohan realized that they were in fact the school's football cheerleading squad. "Go Big Green Go!"

Gohan blushed and they lined back up. Once again Gohan faced Goten.

"Getting popular there, aren't we?" smiled Goten to Gohan before the ball was hiked.

Gohan shrugged his shoulder and slammed into Goten, knocking the demi-saiya-jin down and running past him.

"Oh no you don't!" shouted Goten getting up and running after his brother.

Gohan caught the ball, but then ate grass as Goten jumped and grabbed his legs.

He spat out a mouth full of grass and glared at Goten who gave him a sheepish grin.

"This means war," said Gohan.

Bulma smiled widely as Chi-Chi panted slightly. This new body was great! He wasn't even winded.

"You learn quick," said Chi-Chi wiping some sweat off her forehead and standing up. She's taken off her dress top and was now only in a pair of baggy peach colored pants and a sports bra.

"Thanks," said Bulma also standing up straight. "You're not a half bad teacher."

The two shared a smile.

"Well, do you feel that you can take on Vegeta now?" asked Chi-Chi undoing her hair and brushing her fingers through it to try and put it back in order.

"Piece of cake," said Bulma. "Want some lemonade?" he asked.

"Sure," said Chi-Chi. Fixing her hair and grabbing her top, she followed Bulma back into the house.

"So what's the deal with you and Goku?" asked Bulma pulling out a container of lemonade from the refrigerator.

Chi-Chi sighed and sat down in one of the kitchen chair. "He still hasn't come home since yesterday morning."

Bulma handed her a drink and sat down next to her. "Really, you two talked about the wishes that early in advance?" said Bulma taking a big gulp of her glass, draining it. He frowned and got up to get another.

"What do you mean?" asked Chi-Chi also taking a slip of her glass. "I've hardly had a chance to say two words to him since the dragon granted all those wishes."

"What?!" said Bulma after getting another glass. "But, Goku's smarter now, isn't he spending more time with you?"

"No, in fact he's spending less. He's had to get up really early to go to work and he comes home really late. He's too tired to do much more then eat and go to bed."

"That sounds terrible," said Bulma sitting back down. "Surely you must have done a few things together."

Chi-Chi shook her head. "No. Your party was the only time we've really had a chance to be together. And, even then he was more interested in talking to businessmen. I almost feel like we have nothing in common any more," said Chi-Chi taking a big gulp of her drink. "I'll be happy when tomorrow comes and he's back to being a simple bumpkin again."

"What!?" shouted Bulma with wide eyes. He accidentally knocked over his drink in his shock.

"Bulma?! What's the matter?!" asked Chi-Chi.

"Goku showed up here earlier today and asked for the dragon radar!"

"What?!" shouted Chi-Chi. "Why would he want that!?"

"He was going to wish to remain smart! He said he was doing it for you!"

"What!? I don't want a smart husband! I just want my Goku!"

"You'd better find him before he find all the balls and makes his wish then!" said Bulma looking very concerned for the couple.

"Kami-sama! You're right!" Chi-Chi grabbed her top and ran for the door.

"Chi-Chi, wait!" shouted Bulma. He disappeared down a hall and ran as fast as he could back and out the front door, where Chi-Chi had already jumped into her air car and started it.

"Take this!" shouted Bulma throwing something at the woman.

Chi-Chi caught it and looked at it: one of the dragon radars. She flashed Bulma a smile. "Thanks!

"Don't worry about it! Hurry up and find him!"

"I will! Bye Bulma! Good luck with Vegeta! Don't let her get a hold of your tail!"

"Thanks for the advice!" shouted Bulma waving to her friend as the car picked up and drove off. "Good luck!" he called.

Bulma turned back to the house shaking his head. "Those two." He gulped suddenly nervous as he realized the only ones in the house were him and Vegeta.

He licked his lips. "All right, princess. You've meet your match," said Bulma stalking back into the house and to begin hunting his mate.

Goten gasped as he dug his head out of the ground and growled at his older brother that had just made a goal.

"Go Green! Go Big Green!" shouted the cheerleaders.

Gohan grinned at his brother. The two seemed to be having their own private game; everyone else hardly ever got the ball. Not that they minded much, those two were incredible. All the girls were now cheering for either Goten or Mr. Piccolo and the guys were making bets on who would win. So far the scores had been close. Gohan was ahead by just one point.

Gohan glanced at his watch. Only a few minutes left till they had to go in.

They lined up with Gohan's team hiking the ball.

"Last round," said Gohan to Goten. They both smirked.

"I don't plan on losing, Mr. Piccolo," he used the name mockingly.

The ball was hiked and Goten jumped up high as the ball was thrown. Gohan hadn't been expecting the move and almost fell forward into the grass. He did land hard when Goten came back down after catching the ball and landing on his back.

"Humf," said Gohan as the air was forced out of his lungs. Growling, he jumped and began running after Goten. "Get back here!"

Goten gulped and glanced back to see a pissed off Namek sei-jin hot on his head. 'Eeping' he bowed his head and ran faster. He stepped over the goal line just as a green arm shout out and grabbed him by the ankle. With a yip, Goten fell flat on his face into the grass. He was dragged backwards along the ground till he was lying, still on his stomach, in front of Gohan.

Goten pulled his head up and spat out grass. He grinned at Gohan and looked at the ball that was still over past the goal line. "Looks like a tie."

Gohan's face cracked and he began laughing his head off while pointing at Goten.

"What?!" asked Goten looking around.

"Your face! Your face, look at your face!"

Goten's eyes crossed as he tried to do just that, but couldn't. "What?!"

"Ah, it's like Big Green and Little Green!" shouted the cheerleader. "Go Green! Go Go Green!"

The other students giggled. Goten stood up and rubbed the back of his head, still not understanding why everyone was laughing at him.

"You look just like Mr. Piccolo!" laughed one student.

Goten blinked he looked down at himself. He was completely cover in grass stains. Even his skin had taken on a green look.

"What?" said Goten rubbing his forearm across his face.

The class continued to giggle, till Gohan managed to straighten his face.

"Guess it was a tie, everyone time to go in, make sure you scrub extra hard, Goten," said Gohan his voice laced with amusement.

Goten still didn't completely understand what was going on till he entered the boy's locker room and looked in the mirror. He began laughing as he looked at himself. He was green from head to toe. He even had grass in his hair. "I do look like a Namek sei-jin," he laughed picking some of the grass out of his hair. He rubbed his cheek with one finger trying to get some of the green off. "Boy, I'd better get this stuff off before mom sees it and thinks that I also wished to be like Mr. Piccolo." Goten laughed once again at his reflection and head towards the showers.

Pan walked out the front gate of her school and didn't know if she should be happy or not that Trunks had come to pick her up, all three of him. Girls were already circling for the kill.

"Trunks!" called Pan hurrying over to them. "Why did all three of you come?" she asked.

They smiled at her in a charming way. "Well, since the commercial everyone knows that there's three of us so it doesn't matter if we're seen together."

"Yah, but—"

"Pan!" shouted several girls running up to her and the three Trunks.

"Pan aren't you going to introduce us to your friends?" asked one girl.

All three Trunks looked at Pan in shock as her ki began to rise: she was angry.

"No, we were just leaving, right, guys," said Pan. She began pushing the three towards Trunks' black car. Pan accidentally dropped her bag in her haste to get her boyfriend(s) away from the hungry eyes of her fellow students.

"Kitten, you dropped your stuff," said one Trunks bending over to pick it up.

All the girl students bent sideways with his movement.

"Ahhhhh!" shouted Pan running over and hugging that Trunks from behind to block their view. "No free peeks!"

"W-what," stammered that Trunks standing straight back up with Pan's bag.

"So that one's yours?" asked one of the girls. The group of females turned predatory eyes on the other two Trunks.

Not understanding what was going on, they gulped and backed nervously up, feeling like mice stuck in a corner surrounded by hungry cats.

"I think we should go!" said Pan.

The three Trunks agreed and dove into the car.

"Wait! What's your name?!" shouted one student.

"Do you really have to go so soon?" asked another.

The girls crowed around the car and started shouting questions at the three Trunks.

"Pan, what's going on?" asked the Trunks in the driver seat.

"Never mind, let's just get out of here!" said Pan swatting at one girl as she came too close for her liking to one of her guys.

Trunks started up the car and backed out, forcing the girls to step away from the car.

Pan could hear the girls calling 'Hunk hog!' as they drove away.

"What was that all about?!" asked one Trunks, looking over his shoulder at the rapidly shrinking groups of now angry girls.

"You don't want to know," said Pan rubbing her forehead.

"Um... Pan?" asked one Trunks.

"Yes," said Pan.

"Well we've been meaning to ask you a couple of things."

"Like what?"

"Well like about us. We've been so busy with the wish that we haven't had a chance to talk about us."

Pan's heart sank in her chest. She was right, Trunks didn't really love her it was just the wish making him be so nice to her. She felt like crying.

"Well you see it's like this Pan, we really like—ahhhhhhhh!" shouted the Trunks at the steering wheel. He turned the wheel just in time to avoid a biker on a green and yellow motorbike.

Another biker drove by on the right side of the street after the first one.

"You crazy idiot! Watch where you're going!" shouted one of the Trunks in the back seat.

The biker with the green and yellow bike turned around and started speeding towards them.

"What's with this person!" shouted one of the Trunks as the biker drove right up beside the car. The other biker followed, but not nearly as closely as the first. The first biker moved right up to the driver's side of the car. Pan noticed it was a girl wearing a red and purple bike suit. The girl reached over and bonked the Trunks driving on the head.

"Ouch! You crazy, bi—!"

He was cut off as a familiar female voice laughed at him.

The girl pulled up her visor to reveal sky blue eyes and blue hair.

"BRA!" shouted all three Trunks and Pan.

Pan glanced over at the other biker to see it was Marron as the girl lifted her visor as well.

"Crazy girl," grumbled Trunks pulling over to the side.

Marron and Bra pulled over as well.

"HI!" shouted Bra cheerfully. She pulled off her helmet and shook out her long blue hair.

"Bra! I could have run you over!" shouted the Trunks in the driver's seat.

"I think we should have run her over," said another Trunks.

"Yah, teach that speed demon a thing or two."

Pan giggled into her hand and shook her head.

"Is that any way of speaking to your little sister?" asked Bra in an innocent voice.

"I disown you!" shouted all three at her.

Bra laughed and ruffled the hair of one Trunks. That Trunks snorted and pushed her away.

"What do you want, Bra?" asked Pan.

"Oh, got bored. Marron here wanted to go see Goten, so I thought I'd track you guys down and we could have some fun."

"Hey, I never said anything about Goten!" protested Marron.

"But, you were thinking it," smiled Bra.

"I was not," grumbled Marron, snorting and looking away.

Bra and the three Trunks exchanged glances then grinned.

"What are you grinning about!" shouted Marron.

"Nothing!" said all three Trunks and Bra.

"Marron, I didn't know you could ride a motorcycle," said Pan looking at the sleek purple and yellow bike.

"Of course I can. Besides, they've been selling like mad ever since Trunks' commercial." She patted the bike she sat on. "I've been wanting one for a long time and they went on sale with the commercial."

The three Trunks paled and laughed nervously.

"Yah, I helped her pick it out," said Bra. "We were just testing it out when I felt your ki."

"Lucky us," muttered the three under their breathes.

"You know, Trunks, I haven't gotten to see that commercial yet, but it must have been damn good, because sales are sky rocketing. Just what did they show that got people's attention like that?"

"Um...." said the Trunks.

Bra glanced down at her watch. "Ah, no. If we don't hurry, Marron, we're going to miss Goten! Come on, I'll race you!" shouted Bra putting back on her helmet and kicking up her stand.

"Wait a minute, BRA!" shouted Marron, but too late as the demi-saiya-jin was already burning rubber. "That girl drives me CRAZY!" shouted Marron putting on her helmet and kicking up her stand. "Meet us there!" she called before roaring off after the demi-saiya-jin girl.

All three Trunks and Pan blinked as the dust cleared.

"Trunks, your sister is a speed demon," said Pan.

Sigh "We know," said the three starting up the car.

"We'd better catch up to them before they kill someone," said the Trunks in the driver's seat.

"Will you stop that! I don't need an exorcist!" shouted Goten at the groups of monks that were chanting prayers and waving wards around him. "I told you I haven't seen any ghosts! Leave me alone!"

Goten stomped down the hall of Orange High as the exorcists continued to chant and wave. Some girl had gotten the bright idea of saving him by calling an exorcist to exorcise any ghost that might be staking him. Some more girls had done the same and now Goten was being followed around by the odd bunch of people.

"Why? Why?! Can't something normal happen to me for once?!"

He reached the front doors of the school and took off at a super human speed leaving the monks behind. The last thing he wanted was for them to follow him home.

Goten looked over his shoulder to see that the monks were too confused to understand what had just happened. Many were now screaming chants, thinking a ghost had spirited Goten away.

Goten heard a loud screech and turned his head forwards to see a motorbike barreling down on him.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"Bra! Come back here!" shouted Marron from her place slightly behind the demi-saiya-jin girl.

"Ha! Catch me if you can!" shouted Bra speeding up.

"No fair! You got a head start!" shouted Marron also speeding up.

Bra laughed over her shoulder at Marron, she turned her head just in time to see something blur out in front of her.

"Ahhhhhhhhh!" shouted Bra as her bike ran over that something with a thump.

The demi-saiya-jin girl skidded to a halt and pulled off her helmet to look at the unfortunate animal she'd killed. She was greatly surprised when that animal groaned and sat up.

"Goten?!"

"Any one get the number of that bus?" asked Goten rubbing his head. He had tire marks all down his front.

"Goten!" shouted Marron stopping her bike and jumping off it to check on the road-kill demi-saiya-jin. "Are you all right?"

"Other then being extremely dirty, yes," said Goten

Marron breathed a sigh of relief, then frowned down at the dirty demi-saiya-jin. "And, just why were you running out in the middle of the street like a mad man?"

All three turned their head as the monks and exorcist ran over to them and began chanting and waving wards.

Goten groaned. "They're why."

"Oh, this very bad sir. Evil spirit whisk you away to place of danger, tis very bad sir," said one exorcist.

One monk walked over to Bra and began studying her intently.

"What?!" shouted Bra not liking the look the monk was giving her.

"I sense a usual aura coming from his girl. Almost animal like in nature, perhaps the spirit that haunts the young man is inside this girl's body."

"What?!" shouted Bra.

Several of the exorcist stopped their chanting around Goten to surround Bra.

"Hey! What do you think you clowns are doing?!" shouted Bra looking around at the circle of weirdos.

"Indeed this girl does give off a wild aura, a frightening one of a massive, hairy were-beast!" shouted one monk.

A vein began to stick out on Bra's forehead. "Why you!" she shouted at the monk. "I'll show you! How dare you call me a massive hairy beast!" Bra jumped on the monk and began beating on him. Soon exorcist and monks were shouting chants and throwing paper wards at her.

"Back, vile demon! Return from whence you came!" (Hehe. Fancy language.)

"Demon?!" shouted Bra even more pissed.

Goten and Marron could only stare at the odd scene before them.

"Well, at least they're leaving me alone," said Goten trying to look on the bright side.

Just then all three Trunks and Pan drove up and stopped next to the scene.

"What's going on?!" said one Trunks.

Bra was shouting her head off, while monks and exorcists alike were trying to hold her down while chanting away.

"They think your little sister is a demon sent to haunt Goten and they're trying to exorcise her," said Marron from her spot kneeling next to Goten.

"What?!" shouted all three.

"How did that ever happen?" asked Pan.

Marron and Goten shrugged their shoulders.

"Hey, you old pervert, watch where you're putting your hands!" shouted Bra. "That's it, I've had enough!" Bra powered up and levitated up into the air. "Final—!"

"Bra!" shouted all three Trunks waving their hands in the air.

"Flash!"

The monks and exorcist were all fried.

"What a demon," groaned one fried monk.

Bra levitated down to stand with one foot on the smoldering body of a monk, her hand raise in a victory sign. "That's what you get when you mess with me, pal! I am Bra! Hear me roar, HO, HO, HO, HO!" laughed Bra bringing her hand up to her mouth.

"Ahhh, she sounds like Ms. Queen, the principle!" said Goten covering his ears and cowering.

"Bra, you're making a scene!" Marron shouted at the still laughing Bra.

The three Trunks glanced at each other and nodded their heads. One jumped out and grabbed Bra around the waist, lifting her up and toting her back to the car.

"Hey!" she yelled pounding on his back.

Another jumped on Bra's bike and started it up.

Marron caught on and got up, dragging Goten over to her bike. She got on and told Goten to jump on behind her.

"But, shouldn't I have a helmet?" asked Goten timidly getting on behind her.

"Goten, you just got run over, if that didn't kill you, you have nothing to worry about," said Marron revving up her bike.

The groups took off leaving behind a group of crispy monks, exorcists, and lots of confused students.

Goku's teeth clattered as he looked around a frozen terrain. The whole land for as far as the eye could see was straight and snow white. Nothing even lived out here.

"Brrrr, it's so cold!" shivered Goku rubbing his hands on his arms. "Should have brought my mittens." He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out the dragon radar. He looked at it then down again. "The radar says I'm here, and the whole time I looked I was headed right for a ball. Where'd it go? I should be right on top of it."

He smiled and began digging in the snow at his feet. Within minutes he was holding up an orange sphere. "Well, what do you know, I was right on top of it." He grinned wider, then an icy wind blow past him.

"Ahhh, it's cold!"

Goku levitated up into the air and began flying away from the cold climate. "Let's see, that makes five," he said sticking the new dragon ball he'd just found into his pocket. "I'd better hurry," he said looking up at the sky. "It'll be a full moon tonight and I don't want to be affected by that just yet. Not till I've gotten the last two balls and made my wish. Then I'll go home to Chi-Chi."

Goku glance at the radar still in his hand. "Let's see, where's the next ball?"

Vegeta walked into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. Rummaging inside she came out with a soda. She snapped it open and kicked the fridge door closed with her foot. As she took a slip, she glanced around.

Where was everyone? Vegeta hadn't seen hid nor hair of anyone today. Although, she hadn't gone out of her way to do so, it was still unusual for it to happen. She wondered why she thought of it all of a sudden. Normally, being alone was a good thing for the lone-wolf ex-saiya-jin, but right now that seemed... dangerous. Vegeta frowned to herself as she sipped her soda again, her eyes scanning the room. She didn't know why, but she had the strangest feeling that she was in danger just standing there, like something was watching her every move.

Bulma smirked from his hiding place in the shadows. So far Vegeta hadn't notice him. He licked his lips as his mate rummaged around in the fridge, hiking her cute rear up as she grabbed a soda from the bottom self. Oh, yes he liked playing the roll of the predator staking his unsuspecting prey. He decided it was time to move in for the kill.

Vegeta really didn't like the eerie silence that surrounded the house. It seemed that even the refrigerator had stopped its soft hum. Her instinct told her to get the hell out of there fast.

Vegeta snorted and began walking away, as if she had any thing to fear in her own house. She glanced back as she walked. Her warrior instinct told her that if there was an enemy, it would be the perfect time to act while her back was turned.

-Thub-

So you could run smack into them while glancing over your shoulder. Vegeta berated herself for being so careless luckily it was only Bulma.

Vegeta moved to walk around her larger mate, but Bulma stepped back into her path.

The ex-saiya-jin glared up at her mate, who had the most confident annoying smirk on his face. Vegeta snorted.

"Out of my way," she growled moving to pass the saiya-jin again. Once again, Bulma blocked her path.

"What the hell's wrong with you! I said move it!" shouted Vegeta, shoving Bulma aside and, still grumbling, walked past. She raised up the soda to take another slip and the can went flying out of her hand.

Vegeta blinked and stared with wide eyes at the can on the floor. It hadn't just slipped from her grip, it'd been knocked out. From the looks of it by a small ki blast. Vegeta turned her head to look over her shoulder at her mate, whose hand still glowed faintly with ki.

"What the hell?!" shouted Vegeta, spinning around to face her mate. "When the hell did you learn to do that?! And, why the hell are you going around pestering me with it?!"

Bulma smirked harder and leveled his finger at her, taking aim.

"Fuck!" shouted Vegeta raising her arms up to protect her face as her mate shot two small ki blasts as her.

She blinked and lowered her arms after feeling them buzz dangerously close to her shoulders. "What the hell has gotten into you?! Why did you—"

Vegeta gasped and grabbed for the straps of her tank top that had been cut as the blasts whizzed by her. She stared in shock at her mate. Not only did Bulma have control of his ki, but he had incredible aim.

The ex-saiya-jin took a step back and paled as Bulma licked his lips and started stalking towards her.

Vegeta did the smart thing. She turned and ran!

Bulma didn't ran after her fleeing prey. Oh, no. He was going to wait and drag his game out, let the little human think she'd gotten away before making his next move. Bulma slowly walked off in the direction in which Vegeta had run; there was no hurry. She couldn't have gone far.

Vegeta's breath sounded painfully loud to her as she stood behind a door holding her top up. What the hell had gotten into Bulma! Vegeta had the feeling of being a wounded animal fleeing from predators, but knowing that they would follow her trail and attack again when she was exhausted and unable to escape.

The door was jerked away and a smirking Bulma was now standing in front of her. Vegeta felt just for a fraction of a second fear.

Vegeta lunged forward and slammed Bulma into the wall. She took off as a dead run down the hall.

Bulma flipped some hair out of his face and tossed another ki ball at the retreating form.

"Shit!" shouted Vegeta turning around the corner just before the ki blast could hit. The explosion caught her and flung her forward to roll on the carpet down the hall.

"You can run, but you can't hide!" called Bulma's amused voice.

Vegeta picked herself up, noting that one pant leg had been ripped off in the mad dash and that several holes had been sliced into her jeans by ki. Impossible, not only can he use ki, but he can control it well enough to divert it so it barely grazes me! If I didn't know any better I'd think he was trying to rip my clothes off!

Vegeta turned her head to see Bulma walking down the still smoking hall, there was a hungry glint in his eyes.

Kami-sama! He 'IS' trying to rip my clothes off! Vegeta abandoned all sense of pride and ran down the halls screaming bloody murder. Bulma's amused laugh could be heard as well as the occasional ki blast impacting on the walls and floor.

Vegeta leapt to the side and a ki blasts tore the back off her top. She tripped over a piece of furniture trying to escape another ki blast and felt the heat of more ki running across her skin.

Vegeta sat up from her fall and winced at the bruise that was no doubt starting to form on her leg. She glanced down at herself to see that her clothes were nothing but rags clinging to her curves here and there.

Vegeta looked up as a shadow passed over to see Bulma standing before her, arms crossed. "Give up?" asked the saiya-jin, humor lacing his voice.

"Like hell!" shouted Vegeta turning around to try and jump up and run away.

"Ah, ah, ah," said Bulma grabbing Vegeta by the leg and dragging her back.

"Let go, you bastard!" Vegeta shouted. Bulma managed to get a good hold of the woman by grabbing onto the waist of Vegeta's ruined pants.

"Ahhhh!" shouted the saiya-jin as Vegeta sank her teeth into his arm and bolted. There was a long ripping noise and Bulma looked to see Vegeta's retreating form once again running, only this time she only had on what was left of her shirt, white socks, and a pair of red women's underwear. Bulma looked at the remains of Vegeta's jeans he held in his hand.

He got up with a grin, tossing the denim aside and jogged down the hall Vegeta had disappeared down. He stopped in the kitchen were his sensitive hearing picked up the sound of heavy breathing. He caught the sound of padded feet running behind him and turned just in time to get a frying pan right in the face.

Thud!

Bulma snapped out a hand, seizing the wrist that held the pan. "Vegeta, I swear you get more feminine with every day," said Bulma not even fazed by the blow right to the face. "Using a fry pan for a weapon? How cute."

Vegeta roared with rage as Bulma ducked under the ex-saiya-jin's arm and swung her up over a shoulder. He forced Vegeta to drop her weapon with a slight twist of the wrist.

"Damn it! Put me down, you horny dog!" shouted Vegeta struggling to get down.

"Hmm," said Bulma rubbing his chin with his free hand and walking out of the kitchen. "Where have I heard that before? This all seem so familiar, don't you think so, Vegeta?"

"If you don't put me down right now! I'll—"

"You'll what?" asked Bulma.

"Ah yes, now I remember?!" said Bulma. "I remember these games of tag we always play, or is it hide and seek?"

"Damn it, Bulma!" Vegeta swatted at the hand that was holding her pinned to Bulma's shoulder, which also happened to be right over her rump. "I'm going to kill you for this!"

"Oh, yes. I remember saying that many times," said the saiya-jin. "You're a natural at acting the victim, Vegeta dear. Now just keep shrieking like a good human girl and I'll be the powerful saiya-jin that drags you off to ravish you, okay?"

"Damn you!" shouted Vegeta.

Bulma laughed as he carried his burden down the hall.

Trunks pulled up in the driveway of Capsule Corps, as well as Marron, Goten, and one of the Trunks on their bike.

"What's going on in there?!" asked Goten eyeing the large building. Screams and laughter could be heard and the window would suddenly light up with bright flashes accompanied by a crash.

"I don't know, but you guys stay here we'll go check it out," said one Trunks. The other two followed him into the building, which had seen better days.

"What's going on?!" shouted one Trunks surveying the damage. There were cracks and burn marks all over the place, like someone had set off firecrackers inside the house.

The three heard some more crashes, as well as cursing and screaming. They hurried towards the direction of the noise and could only stare with open mouths at what they saw.

Bulma had Vegeta swung over his shoulder, whose clothes were nothing more then scraps of fabric clinging here and there. The ex-saiya-jin was outraged and beating pathetically and wildly on Bulma's back and shoulders from her perch.

"M-mom?! D-ad?!" they all stammered.

"Oh, Trunks," said Bulma turning to look at his son. "I'm sorry, but your father and I need the house tonight." He walked calmly over to a table that his purse was seated on and began digging through it.

The three all blinked and watched as Vegeta gave up on beating Bulma's back and started trying to snatch his tail that was flicking back and forth, snapping out of her reach before she could get a hold of it.

Bulma turned around, seeming not to notice the pissed woman slung over his shoulder and handed Trunks a big wad of cash. "Why don't you eat out tonight," he said.

"Um...." said the Trunks taking the cash.

"Oh, and don't forget you sister, tell her to sleep over at Marron's or Pan's, there should be enough there to feed half a dozen saiya-jins. Good luck trying to find a restaurant that will cook that much. Now out!" shouted Bulma waving a hand at the three. "I've got sooooo many things to do tonight."

"Bitch! Put me down right now! I'm not your slave! You can't do this to me!" shouted the pissed woman over Bulma's shoulder while Bulma pushed the three out the door and shut it.

The three could only stare at the door for several seconds before turning numbly back to the driveway

"What was all that?" asked Pan as the three got back into the car.

"We're going out to eat tonight," said Trunks in a blank voice.

Trunks started up the car. "Bra, we've been kicked out of the house tonight," said one Trunks turning to his sister.

Bra raised an eyebrow. "Oh, I see."

"What?" asked Goten.

"You don't want to know," said Bra and all three Trunks.

"I figure it'd happen sooner or later. Can I spend the night at your house, Marron?" asked Bra.

"I think I have an idea of what's going on... sigh sure, why not."

"Thank you, Marron!" said Bra. "Hey, Pan! You should come too! We'll have a sleepover!"

"Sure, Bra go ahead, invite whoever you want over to my house without even asking me," said Marron in an annoyed voice.

"Thanks Marron! You're the greatest!" said Bra hugging the blond.

"I wasn't really serious!" shouted Marron, but sighed in defeat since the blue haired girl seemed to have select hearing.

"So, Pan, are you coming?"

"Um.... well, I have to ask my mother and father first," said Pan.

All three Trunks frowned. "You guys are lucky. We don't have any place to go," said one Trunks.

"We could go to a hotel?" said one.

"Or maybe camp out in the office," said the other.

"Hey, why don't you guys spend the night at our house?" said Goten.

"Because, there's three of us," said the three all at once. "It's all right if it was just one of us and you, Goten, but do you have room for four people in your room?"

Goten scratched his head. "I guess not."

The three signed. "I think we should just camp out at the office," they all said at once.

"Looks like a unanimous vote," giggled Bra.

"Oh shut up!" said all three.

The groups laughed at them.

"So were are we going for dinner?" asked Marron.

"Hmmm, food," said Goten licking his chops.

"Goten, close your mouth before you swallow a bug or something," said Bra in a teasing voice.

A paper blew right on to Goten's face.

"Told you," laughed Bra.

Goten pulled the paper off and looked at it. "Opening night at Papa Joe's restaurant. Eat everything on the menu and your party won't have to PAY!" shouted Goten. He sat up from his seat in the back and shoved the flier into the driving Trunks' face. "Trunks, go here!"

"Goten! Get that out of my face I can't see where I'm going!" shouted Trunks. Everyone screamed as a giant semi-trunk appeared in front of them. Trunks turned the wheel sharply to the side and avoided the collision.

"Man, brother. People like you shouldn't be allowed to drive," said Bra.

"You're one to talk!" everyone shouted at her.

Bra shrugged her shoulders and stuck out her tongue in a cute gesture.

"Let me see that," said Marron taking the flier from Goten. "Hmm, it says that this contest has been going on since two months ago and no one has eaten everything on the menu yet."

"Well, they've met their match!" said Goten patting his stomach. "We've got five demi-saiya-jins, a quarter saiya-jin, and one human. They haven't a prayer."

"He's right, Goten alone could probably clean them out," said Pan.

"I sure hope so, look at the prices on each dish," said Marron still looking at the flier. "This place is expensive, they're probably making a fortune with this contest."

"Then it is our duty to put them back in their place!" shouted Goten standing up in his seat. He propped his foot up on the headrest of the driver's seat, the wind blowing dramatically through his hair, and pointed forward. "To battle!"

"Actually Goten, the restaurant is that way," said Marron pointing to the right.

Goten corrected his direction. "Forward to battle!"

Bra clapped her hands. "You're great Goten."

"Geez, we're just going out to eat," said Pan.

"He's more fired up then if we was going to fight Buu or something," said Marron.

The three Trunks sighed, the one driving in the direction to the restaurant said, "That's Goten for you."

"Thinks better with his stomach—"

"Than his head," finished the last Trunks.

"Goten, you can sit down now," said Marron pulling on his pant leg as he continued to stand tall, pointing his finger forward like a general ordering his soldiers forward.

Goku looked at he dragon radar in his hand. Only one more ball to get and it was moving!

"What the…?" said Goku stopping in midair and studying the radar. This was the first time any of the balls had moved. Was someone else looking for the dragon balls? Odd, how they had started their search the same day as he. Goku hoped that whoever it was with the ball would be willing to give it to him without a fight.

"All right," he said heading in the direction of the last ball. "Only one more and I can call the dragon."

Goku continued to fly glancing at the radar every now and then. Strange, the ball was moving back to the woods by his house. Could it be someone he knew? Maybe someone had died or worse and they needed the balls again. Goku put on more speed and was soon flying over the thick canopy of trees. He bit down on his lip as he looked at the moon full high in the sky. How he wanted Chi-Chi right then.

Goku shook his head. Find the ball then find Chi-Chi he told himself.

Goku landed into a clearing and looked at the radar, the ball was close. He should be able to find the person who had it with out the radar, so he stuck it in his jacket pocket and began walking through the trees, looking for signs of whoever it was out there with the dragon ball.

Goku heard a twig snap and had just enough time to duck and throw the person that charged at him from behind over his shoulder. The figure did a graceful flip, landed, then ran off into the trees.

"What the—hey come back here!" shouted Goku running in the direction the figure had gone.

He ran and stopped again, seeing a dark shape leaning against a tree. There wasn't enough light to make out the details of the person's face.

"You there! I don't want to fight you! I just want the orange sphere you have, the dragon ball!" called Goku to the figure.

"Why do you want the ball?" asked the figure in a soft voice.

"I have a wish to make," said Goku. The voice sounded very familiar to him.

"You have a wish to make for yourself?" asked the figure straightening and turning to face Goku, still in the shadows.

"No, it's a wish for my wife," said Goku.

"Then I wish for nothing more then my husband," said the figure jumping forward and wrapping her arms around the surprised saiya-jin's neck who fell backward on the green grass.

"C-Chi-Chi!" stammered Goku before warm lips covered his.

Chi-Chi pulled away. " Baka. I thought the dragon made you smarter, I think he just clouded your thinking with words. I don't want a domestic man, I want my wild boy and no other," she whispered against his lips then kissed him again.

"But, I though you liked me like this," said Goku after their lips separated. "I thought it made you happy."

Chi-Chi sat up on his lap. "No, being with you makes me happy."

Goku smiled up at her. "Then, I will stay with you."

Chi-Chi laughed, leaning down to kiss him again. "I know that's a lie. You'll leave again just like you always do. That's why you're wild, if I trapped you, it would break you, then you won't be my wild boy, my Goku. So I'll keep you tonight and set you free in the morning." Chi-Chi slipped her hand inside his jacket and hugged him tight. "So you can come back to me again."

Goku looked at his wife in wonder then ran his fingers through the black strands of one side lock of hair. "I love you, Chi-Chi."

"I know, and I you."

Goku leaned his head up and kissed her softly, wanting to show her in every way just how much he loved her.

The seven teenagers entered the restaurant and were met by a waiter.

"How many?" asked the waiter.

"Seven," answered one of the Trunks.

The waiter herded them over to a large table. One of the Trunks stopped him from leaving. "We already know what we want."

"You do," said the waiter pulling out his pad of paper and a pencil. "What'll it be?"

"We-!" said Goten standing up and slapping his hands down on the table. "Expect your challenge!"

Everyone in the room turned to look at Goten and his groups.

"Oh, so you want the full menu?" the waiter laughed. "Do you thing your little group can handle it?"

Pan looked around the table. "Little? We've got seven people."

The waiter laughed harder. "Groups of two dozen have come here and all have failed before the might of our chefs!" proclaimed the waiter.

Goten crossed his arms, threw back his head, and laughed even louder then the waiter. "I, Son Goten, am not afraid of your challenge. My friends, me, and my mighty stomach of steel shall not back down from a challenge."

"Man, Goten's really into this," said Pan.

"Yah, you tell them, Goten!" shouted Bra.

Flames burned in Goten's eyes and a light aura surround him. "We shall defeat you, Papa Joe's restaurant!" he shouted posing dramatically.

The rest of the customers clapped and cheered loudly.

"Very well then, I hope you take defeat well, boy, because we don't plan on losing either!" said the waiter.

"Bring it on!" shouted Goten sitting down. He tied a bib around his neck and picked up this knife and fork.

The waiter snapped his fingers and called out the challenge. Soon dozens of waiters were bringing out plates of food to place in front of the part saiya-jins and one human.

Marron looked around at her chowing down companions, then back at her plate. She was feeling more then a little inadequate when confronted with this kind of challenge. She picked up her fork and slowly began eating her salad.

Hours passed and soon a large group of people had gather around the table to watch as the teenagers consumed the food at an incredible pace.

"That's impossible!"

"Where is it all going?!"

"Even the girls are eating enough to choke a horse!" That customer was sent flying by Pan and Bra.

"Are you calling us fat?!?!" they both shouted. No one answered.

"Good!" barked both before tearing back into their meal.

Back in the kitchen.

"What are we going to do!" shouted one of the waiters. "We've nearly run out of dishes and they haven't even slowed!"

"They're monster!" shouted another waiter.

"Calm down!" shouted one of the chefs. "We'll just have to add a few things to the menu."

Everyone watched in awe and horror as the waiters wheeled out a whole pig. 10 minutes later it was gone. They wheeled out a cow, 15 minutes later it was gone. They wheeled out an elephant (kami only knows what poor circus or zoo they stole that from!), 20 minutes later it was gone. They wheeled out a whole dinosaur (kami knows how many poor waiters were sacrificed to get that!), and 30 minutes later it was gone.

After the dinosaur the poor chef came out of his kitchen waving a white flag.

"Ha! I knew we'd win," said Pan wiping her mouth.

"What about dessert?" asked Goten.

The waiters, chiefs, and other customers all face vaulted.

Gohan picked up the phone "Hello?"

"Hi dad, it's me, Pan."

"Oh, hello, Pan, what do you want?"

"Well, I was wondering if it'd be all right if I spend the night over at Marron's with her and Bra."

"What about your homework?" asked Gohan sounding very much like his mother.

"Ah, come on, dad! It's a Friday night, I have the whole weekend to do my homework."

"Well... okay."

"Thanks dad, you're the best!" shouted Pan into the phone. "I'll see you tomorrow at Capsule Corps, okay?"

"What? Why, Pan?"

"The wishes are ending tomorrow, don't tell me you forgot that?!"

"NO!" said Gohan. "I haven't forgotten that, I just didn't know that we were going to meet back at Capsule Corps for when it was over."

"Oh, that's because we've just decided to do that. You know, just in case the dragon doesn't keep this word so we can go kick its tail."

"I doubt the dragon won't keep its word, but I'll be there any way."

"Right, good night dad!" called Pan into the phone.

"Good night," said Gohan before Pan hung up. He sighed to himself. "Teenagers." They got so excited over so little. He smiled to himself. Looked like he and Videl had the house to themselves; good time to sit back and relax something he didn't get to do very often.

Bulma stretched and propped his head up on his hand to look at the sleeping form of his mate. That had been wonderful! He sighed and ran a hand down the side of his curled up mate, closing his eyes and remembering some of the things he'd done to that body. A shiver ran down his spine and he held back his desire to take her again. After all, the poor thing was exhausted.

Bulma chuckled softly to himself and sat up, really not tired at all even after so many hours of fun. He felt like he could conquer the world right now, but first he had to let some fresh air into the stuffy room.

Bulma got off the bed and padded over to the large glass doors that lead to a small balcony. He pulled back the drapes and opened the twin doors. Bulma closed his eyes as a gush of cool air ran past him and into the room, which became lit with a soft silver light. Bulma opened his eyes and looked out into the black night, the twinkling stars, the big round silver—

Bulma's whole body went slack, then tense. His tail twitched nervously back and forth behind him as his eyes colored a dark blood red.

Vegeta blinked open tired eyes as the whole room began shaking violently.

"What the- an earthquake!" shouted the ex-saiya-jin, holding onto the bed as she rode it out.

When it stopped, one side of the room had been completely torn open. There was no wall left to close out the elements. Vegeta wrapped the bed sheet around her form to try and ward off the cold night air and got up. She walked over to the damage.

"Damn! How the hell did this happen?" she asked looking around. She paled considerable as a large dark brown form rose up from the ground in front of the build. It raised up its head, threw back its arms, and roared a deafening howl at the moon that shown brightly in the night sky.

Vegeta gasped and dropped to her knees, covering her ears at the sound.

The Oozaru seemed to hear the tiny gasp even through its mad roar and turned to look with large blood red eyes at the tiny creature crouched down before it.

"Oh.... Shit!" shouted Vegeta jumping up and trying to run away as a massive hand darted into the ruined bedroom at her. It missed as it clumsily grabbed at the fleeing form. Then it roared again, reaching its other arm into the room, determined to find that tinny being.

Vegeta ran to the door and opened it. She ran through it and closed it behind her, her heart pounding loudly in her chest. She screamed out loud as the wall behind her broke apart and a large furry hand jumped out to wrapped around her.

The Oozaru seemed to grin to itself as it pulled its arm out of the shell of a building to see that it had indeed caught one wildly cursing and struggling creature. He brought it up to its eyes to get a better look. The creature seemed to freeze under its gaze, stopping its thrashing and screaming to hold perfectly still. The Oozaru sniffed the creature, watching as its hair pulled straight up from the massive intake of breath. It then reached out with its massive tongue to taste it. The creature jerked in its grip and protested as the warm wet tongue whipped across its shoulders, throat, and face.

The Oozaru decided that it liked its new pet and reached out with its other hand to pet the small soft head ever so gently, watching as the tiny creature seem to shrink more into his hand at the touch. The monkey petted the creature several minutes before its eyes looked up and began wandering around. There were so many interesting things to look at. Tall rectangle shaped rocks stuck out of the ground and they gave off their own light in the form of hundreds of squares cut into them. Other things glowed and strange animals moved in long lines down long straight trails of gray rock. Yes, there were so many interesting things, he just had to check it out. The Oozaru looked down at its tiny pet. Of course, it didn't want to lose the tiny creature. With so many of those tall rocks and glowing things, if he put it down, he would surely never find it again, and the Oozaru had already grown far too fond of it to lose it.

The Oozaru stood up, still holding the small creature in its hand, and began walking towards those glowing lights to investigate.

Pan laughed as she hit Bra with her pillow. Not to be outdone, a laughing Bra swung back with her pillow. The two girls continued to clobber each other till the stuffing began to fly from the pillows.

"You guys are making a mess," said Marron from the doorway leading to the bathroom. The human girl had gone in to get dressed in her PJs only to find two giggling girls and feathers all over the room.

"Marron, cute PJs!" shouted Bra.

Marron's pajamas were cute. They were a pair of red shorts cut to look like a skirt and a blue long sleeve top with a superman S on the front.

"You like it? This one's my favorite PJs. I've got a batman pair too."

"All you need is a cape and you could be super woman!" shouted Bra. She began looking around and spotted a red blanket under Pan. She grabbed it and pulled, sending Pan flying and ran up to Marron.

"Bra!" protested Marron as the demi-saiya-jin girl tied the red blanket around her neck. "You're being silly."

Bra stepped back to admire her work. "I like it!"

"Of course you do, you're a weirdo," sighed Marron. She sat down on one of the three futons that had been set up in the living room since Marron's room was too small for three.

Pan sighed loudly. "Tomorrow the wishes will be canceled and every thing will go back to normal."

"As normal as it gets around here," said Marron.

"Well, define normal," said Bra.

"People that are human, don't fly, don't shoot ki blasts, go to work, get married, and have a family, that's normal," said Marron firmly.

"Boring! I'd take weird any day," said Bra. "What about you, Pan? You like there being three Trunks in love with you, don't you? You like weird, right?"

Pan was taken aback and a little hurt, was Trunks liking her that weird?

Pan was going to answer when a loud roar filled the night.

"What was that?!" asked Marron.

"All three girls ran up to the window and peered out into the city. Their eyes widened and mouths dropped at what they saw.

A giant Oozaru was rampaging through Satan City. Police, swat teams, and helicopters were surrounding it.

"You guys is that what I think it is?" asked Marron.

"It's a saiya-jin! A transformed saiya-jin!" shouted Bra pressing up against the glass to get a better look.

"But none of the saiya-jins ever transformed before! They haven't done it for years!" said Pan.

"Well, what else could it be? You know any thing that looks like that?!" asked Marron pointing at the giant beast as it swatted at a helicopter.

"Guys.... I think that's my mother," said Bra in a low tone.

"What?!" shouted both girls.

"My mom is now a saiya-jin... a saiya-jin with a tail."

"Oh Kami-sama! You're right!" shouted Marron.

"We've got to call Trunks and Goten!" shouted Pan.

"You do that Pan, Marron come with me."

"What?! Are you nuts Bra! You don't want to go out there and fight that thing do you?!" shouted Marron.

"That THING is my mother!" shouted back Bra. "And, if you won't help me, I'll do it myself!" shouted the demi-saiya-jin turning to fly out the window. She was stopped as Marron grabbed her by the shoulder.

"I'm sorry, Bra, I'll help you," said Marron.

Bra glanced over her shoulder at the older girl and smiled. "Thank you."

Marron nodded and together the two jumped out the window and into the air.

"Hey! Wait for me!" shouted Pan in outraged. She 'humfed' and ran to the phone dialing Trunks' cell phone.

"Hello?"

"Trunks, it's me, Pan."

"Tiger Lily," said Trunks' delighted voice. "What do you want?"

"Trunks, your mother's on a rampage!"

"What?!" shouted Trunks.

"You're mother's turned into a giant Oozaru and is now parading around the city! You've got to stop him!"

There was the sound of tires screeching and horns honking, Pan could hear the other Trunks in the background asking questions, as well as a voice that sounded like Goten's.

"Pan, do you know where my mom is?" asked Trunks.

"Right next to Marron's house, you can't miss him."

"Thanks, Pan, Goten, me, and the others are on our way."

Pan hung up as the phone went dead. She then ran to the window and jumped out to go help Bra and Marron.

Videl groaned. "Harder." she said. (LOL!)

"Like this?" asked Gohan.

"Harder! Yes, like that. Oh, Kami-sama, that feels good."

Gohan smiled from his place straddling Videl's back, his fingers and hands working hard at massaging his wife's back.

"Boy, Videl, you sure are tense," commented Gohan as he worked on a knot in his wife's back.

"I've—hmm.... I've been a little stressed out lately with the wishes and what not. Then, there's work and... lower."

Gohan moved down his wife's back to sit on her thighs as he began massaging her lower back.

"Better?"

"Yes," said Videl.

Gohan smiled warmly as he looked at her face, so relaxed, she looked like she was ready to fall asleep.

Suddenly a deafening roar rang through the night, Gohan felt every muscle in Videl's back tense up. Not that he blamed them for doing so, he was sure his muscles had done the same.

"What was that?!" asked Videl, lifting her head.

"That sound!" shouted Gohan jumping up and heading to the window. He remembered that sound, how could he forget. He threw back the drapes and stuck his head out the window hoping he won't see what he already knew would be there.

"Kami-sama...."

Vegeta covered her ears with both hands as her mate once again roared that deafening roar of his.

"Would you shut up!" she shouted up at the monkey, but the beast was too busy swatting at helicopters to hear her.

"This is just great! Baka Bulma had to go looking up at the full moon to transform, then start rampaging all over the city! But, the worst part is I'm suck in the middle of it all!" roared the princess once again trying to wiggle out of the Oozaru's paw.

The helicopters opened fire on the giant monkey. It roared again as the bullets bounced off its thick hide.

"The tail! You morons!" shouted Vegeta. "Aim for the tail! Oh, you're stupider then Bulma!" raved the princess waving her arms at the dumb helicopters.

"Cease fire! I repeat, cease fire! The Oozaru has a hostage! I repeat the monkey has a hostage!" shouted a man's voice from one of the helicopters.

"No, you moron! Don't stop firing! Aim for the tail! The tail I said!" shouted Vegeta, but of course the police couldn't hear her.

"Damn it! First I get ravished, then licked by one wet smelly tongue, now I'm being paraded around like a life size Barbie doll! Now would be a really good time for that wish to wear off!"

"Dad!" shouted a familiar female voice.

"Bra!" Vegeta shouted back looking for her daughter. "Bra, you've got to cut off his tail!"

"What?!" Bra shouted back landing on the monkey's fist that held Vegeta.

"The tail, you've got to cut it off."

"Why?" asked Bra getting a hold of one of the huge fingers and pulling on it.

The Oozaru turned angry eyes on the blue haired creature that was trying to steal its pet. It brought up its other hand and smacked at it.

"Bra! Just cut off the tail!" shouted Vegeta before a massive hand came down to slap her away from her.

"Shit! Bra!" shouted Vegeta as she watched her daughter's form go flying back out of control.

The Oozaru roared again as a ki blast was hurled at its back. It turned angry eyes to see a tinny blond haired girl floating in the air.

"Crap!" shouted Marron flying out of the way as a massive hand moved to swat at her.

"Damn! How do I stop him?!" shouted Marron. "That blast didn't do anything, but make him angrier!" Marron could only watch with a strange feeling of deja vu as the Oozaru started climbing up Satan's tower, the tallest building in Satan City.

"Marron!" shouted a deep male voice behind her. Marron turned to see Gohan and Videl flying towards her in their Great Saiyamen outfits.

"Marron, what happened?!" asked Gohan.

"I don't know, it just appeared inside the City. Bra thinks its Bulma!"

"Kami-sama! This isn't going to be easy."

"Oi!" called another voice and the three turned to see Goten holding Bra and the three Trunks following him.

"Goten, I'm glad to see you guys. You okay Bra?" asked Marron.

"Yah, just got knocked silly," said Bra.

They all watched as Pan joined them as well.

"Well, it looks like it'll take all of us to bring Bulma back down to earth. Marron, you can make a kienzan, right?"

The blond nodded.

"Good, the rest of us will distract him while you make the disk. Throw it when his back is turned to you."

"Wait!" shouted Bra. "Mom's got dad with him!"

"What!?" shouted everyone. They all turned to look at the Oozaru that was now perched on the top of the tower, waving its arm and swatting at the helicopters. Just barely seen was a struggling figure in one of its hand.

"That looks just like a King Kong movie," said Goten.

"You know, you're right," said Videl.

"You know, Gohan that green top really clashes with your green skin," said Bra, causing everyone to look at him.

Gohan shrugged his shoulders. "Never mind that right now. Stick with the plan, only we try and grab Vegeta before Marron cuts off Bulma's tail."

"Right!" shouted everyone. Marron flew up high in the sky and began powering up. She held up her arm above her head and concentrated on forming the big blue disk. She cursed to herself as a news helicopter showed up and pointed a camera at her.

Bulma roared and shot a ki blast out of his mouth at the annoying insects flying about his head. He struck out waving both fists at the flying bunch.

Vegeta was starting to feel really sick as the Oozaru seem to have forgotten she was in one of these fists he was waving around. She clamped a hand over her mouth as her skin seemed to take on a green color.

Gohan flew past the enraged beast's face and to one of those furious fists. "Vegeta," he called grabbing onto the thick fur and looking at the girl. Vegeta was slumped limply over the monkey's fingers, swirls in her eyes.

"I want off this ride," said the princess in a dazed, unfocused voice.

"Hold on, Vegeta," said Gohan trying to pry the fingers loose from around the ex-saiya-jin. The monkey turned on him with a vengeance, slapping Gohan hard and causing him to crash into the side of one of the tall building around the area.

The monkey then pulled in the fist that held its pet, holding it protectively and close to its chest. It seemed everything was trying to steal its pet, well, it was his and they were going to have to fight him for it!

"Damn! How are we going to get Vegeta when Bulma's holding her that close?!" shouted Videl. She ducked under one massive paw that batted at her.

Marron smiled to herself as she forced her ki to form a large flat disk that spun above her head. She frowned as she looked at the TV helicopter still filming her and hoped that they weren't close enough to get a good look at her face. She watched the Oozaru as it pawed and batted at the others till it completely turned its back to her and stuck out its long furry tail.

"All right! Here we go!" shouted Marron throwing the disk at the Oozaru.

"Wait, Marron! We don't have Vegeta yet!" shouted Videl.

The beast could only roar once more as it felt a terrible sting run up its spin, then it felt itself changing back to its smaller form. Blackness swallowed it.

Vegeta blinked, forgetting her sickness as the grip around her lessened, then let go all at once.

"Ahhhhh!" shouted the ex-saiya-jin flapping her arms uselessly.

Strong arms caught her about the waist and she turned to see one of the three Trunks.

Vegeta tried to say something, but the world grew dark suddenly.

"Dad! Dad!" said Trunks lightly slapping the princess on the face.

"Is she all right?!" asked another of the Trunks, flying down to him.

"I don't believe it... she fainted."

Both stared in shock at the woman Trunks held.

"I've got mom!" called the other Trunks flying down with a naked, unconscious Bulma over one shoulder.

"Good let's get out of here before someone see us."

"Right," said everyone flying back home.

"Too late for that," said Marron glancing up at the news helicopter that had gotten everything of her powering up and throwing the disk at the Oozaru. "OH KAMI-SAMA!" she shouted, looking down at herself. "I'm still wearing my superman PJs and that stupid blanket Bra tied around my neck! Ohhhhhh..." Marron groaned, flying back to her house. "I'm going to have to kill Bra in the morning."

The dragon laughed to itself as it turned off the TV. Now, that something you don't see every day—Super Woman vs. King Kong! The dragon laughed again. Poor Vegeta had an exhausting day to say the least, Papa Joe's restaurant had lost tons of money because of the Z fighter teens, Gohan was now the Green Wonder of Orange Star, Bra was now a succubus, and poor Pan had no idea if Trunks really loved her or not. The dragon smiled a little. At least one couple had a good ending to their day, the dragon was glad that Chi-Chi had stopped Goku from making his wish. The boy was one of the most interesting people he'd ever seen and he like him as an all-powerful bumpkin. The dragon sighed to himself. Tomorrow, he had to take off the curses, no more exciting TV show for him to watch. It smiled evilly as it picked up the remote and pushed the eject button. A video tape popped out of a VCR under the giant TV. That didn't mean the dragon couldn't go back and rewatch its favorite mini-series whenever it pleased. It wondered briefly if it could sell the tapes to a cable company and have them play it for all the other wish dragons out there. It grinned evil-like wondering if another dragon would curse another group of adventures for interrupting it whiled trying to watch the series. The dragon laughed again at the idea.

In the next chapter of Be Careful What you Wish For, the wishes are finally over! Now the DBZ crew can go back to their every day lives again, or can they?! What about Trunks and Pan? Will the two part ways? And Marron and Goten: are they merely friends? Will Vegeta kill his wife for what she did to him? Or will he be too busy doing something else??? What has Master Roshi has got behind his back that he doesn't want the saiya-jin prince to see? Will Goku's experience as a genius change the way he acts? Will Gohan ever be able to wear the color green again? All and more in the last chapter of BCWYWF!