An; Damn, is it warm here. Some thing I have to miss way to often in our green frog land!
This will probably be the last chapter I'll post in a while cause I'm going on a vacation for a month. Review!
O, yea, thanks to all the reviewers!
"Just sit down on the table and I'll get some ice for that cut of yours!" Said Bra.
Rachel nodded and sad down on the table, looking around. Trunks walked to the corner of the kitchen and grabbed a white box with a red cross on it. He laid it down on the table and opened it. He picked a bottle and some cloth. He poured some fluid on the cloth and walked towards her.
"I'd take off your glasses if I were you, or they'll get dirty. Now hold still, cause this might hurt a little." She complied and took off her glasses.
He pressed the cloth on the cut and she gritted her teeth a little. She took it over from him and held it against the cut.
"That stuff stinks!" whined Rachel a little.
Every one started laughing.
"Trust us, -we- know!" Laughed Pan, who sad down on the dresser. Bra got out of the huge fridge with a package of ice blocks.
"Sorry it took me so long, I guess my parents got carried away again and forgot to fill up the amount of ice blocks they used. -Damn-, shouldn't there be, like an -age limit- on that sort of stuff?" She stopped babbling when Trunks turned around and glared at her.
Goten blushed like a little school girl when Bra mentioned the ice blocks and her parents in one sentence.
Pan almost fell off the dresser, laughing so hard she had to hold onto her stomach.
Rachel raised her eyebrow but said nothing. She looked at the beet red Goten and smirked. "My, my, mister Goten, your not blushing, are you?"
Goten 's eyes widened and he regained his composure. He crossed his arms and pulled a tuff face. He would've looked that way if it wasn't for the goofy grin.
Bra giggled and threw the ice blocks in a washing cloth. She gave the washing cloth to her and took over the one Rachel was holding. She walked to the trash can and threw it away.
"Where did you learn to punch like that?" Asked Trunks curious.
Rachel smiled with homesickness.
"My brother taught it to me, back in Holland. Not that I ever really got the chance to test it on him cause he was way to strong for me. I had to hold back cause if I punched him to hard I would be sorry! I did practise my strength on the boys from my class though, but I couldn't seem to even hurt them." She frowned and wrinkled her forehead.
"why did you move to Satan city?" Asked a curious Goten forgetting all about his shame from just earlier.
"My dad took a new job." She answered with a reserved look on her face.
Goten got the hint and changed subject. "So how are you liking it around here for so far?"
She smiled in relieve, thanking him in silence. She rolled her eyes after that.
"The weather." She said as if that was the obvious thing.
Pan grinned.
"well, it's a start alright."
Suddenly the door got pushed open and crashed into the wall, surprisingly still in one peace. Pan jumped off the dresser and leaned against it as if it was the thing she was doing since she got here, looking at innocently.
"I've told you for so many times before, I'm not going with you to one of your -useless- business parties!" Yelled a harsh voice that came along with a man with spiky, coal black hair.
"I've already told every one you'd come with me! Mr. Yamahucho was looking forward to meeting you." A woman's voice pleaded desperately behind him.
An older copy of Bra walked into the kitchen.
"Well that's just -your- problem. You -know- I can't stand those mindless talks about the weather." The man answered with his deep voice.
"Hey, you stop it -right- there mister! It's not like you ever join any one in those conversations anyway so you have no right to say such things. Now, your coming with -me- and that's the end of the discussion!"
The woman turned around and looked strait at Rachel 's.
"You must be a friend of Bra's! nice to meet you, I'm Bulma, Trunks' and Bra's mother." The man behind her looked stunned for a second but regained his composure fast when he saw Rachel as well.
"That arrogant man behind me is their father, he's named Vegeta." The man called Vegeta opened his mouth and closed it again.
"I can introduce myself very well, thank you!" He snapped at Bulma indignant. Bulma turned around and placed her hands on her hips as if she was talking to a little boy.
"I -know- you can Ve-ge-ta but you'll only scare the girl away! You know you're a lousy person when it comes to social business."
Vegeta scowled and glared at her while turning away and crossing his arms.
"Humppff." He snorted.
Rachel swallowed confused, she never met such people like them before.
"I'm Rachel." She muttered.
"And I have to go know." She jumped off the kitchen table and walked towards the door. She reached for the doorknob and turned around.
"Thanks for fixing me up. It was nice meeting you every one! See you two on school tomorrow." She said looking at Pan and Bra.
" Bye!" and she was gone.
It was silence for a few seconds.
"Look what you've done, you scared her away!" Yelled Bulma at Vegeta accusingly.
"What?!?" Vegeta dropped his stance and turned around. "ME?!?"
An; So, What do you think? Tell me if I need to write more!
This will probably be the last chapter I'll post in a while cause I'm going on a vacation for a month. Review!
O, yea, thanks to all the reviewers!
"Just sit down on the table and I'll get some ice for that cut of yours!" Said Bra.
Rachel nodded and sad down on the table, looking around. Trunks walked to the corner of the kitchen and grabbed a white box with a red cross on it. He laid it down on the table and opened it. He picked a bottle and some cloth. He poured some fluid on the cloth and walked towards her.
"I'd take off your glasses if I were you, or they'll get dirty. Now hold still, cause this might hurt a little." She complied and took off her glasses.
He pressed the cloth on the cut and she gritted her teeth a little. She took it over from him and held it against the cut.
"That stuff stinks!" whined Rachel a little.
Every one started laughing.
"Trust us, -we- know!" Laughed Pan, who sad down on the dresser. Bra got out of the huge fridge with a package of ice blocks.
"Sorry it took me so long, I guess my parents got carried away again and forgot to fill up the amount of ice blocks they used. -Damn-, shouldn't there be, like an -age limit- on that sort of stuff?" She stopped babbling when Trunks turned around and glared at her.
Goten blushed like a little school girl when Bra mentioned the ice blocks and her parents in one sentence.
Pan almost fell off the dresser, laughing so hard she had to hold onto her stomach.
Rachel raised her eyebrow but said nothing. She looked at the beet red Goten and smirked. "My, my, mister Goten, your not blushing, are you?"
Goten 's eyes widened and he regained his composure. He crossed his arms and pulled a tuff face. He would've looked that way if it wasn't for the goofy grin.
Bra giggled and threw the ice blocks in a washing cloth. She gave the washing cloth to her and took over the one Rachel was holding. She walked to the trash can and threw it away.
"Where did you learn to punch like that?" Asked Trunks curious.
Rachel smiled with homesickness.
"My brother taught it to me, back in Holland. Not that I ever really got the chance to test it on him cause he was way to strong for me. I had to hold back cause if I punched him to hard I would be sorry! I did practise my strength on the boys from my class though, but I couldn't seem to even hurt them." She frowned and wrinkled her forehead.
"why did you move to Satan city?" Asked a curious Goten forgetting all about his shame from just earlier.
"My dad took a new job." She answered with a reserved look on her face.
Goten got the hint and changed subject. "So how are you liking it around here for so far?"
She smiled in relieve, thanking him in silence. She rolled her eyes after that.
"The weather." She said as if that was the obvious thing.
Pan grinned.
"well, it's a start alright."
Suddenly the door got pushed open and crashed into the wall, surprisingly still in one peace. Pan jumped off the dresser and leaned against it as if it was the thing she was doing since she got here, looking at innocently.
"I've told you for so many times before, I'm not going with you to one of your -useless- business parties!" Yelled a harsh voice that came along with a man with spiky, coal black hair.
"I've already told every one you'd come with me! Mr. Yamahucho was looking forward to meeting you." A woman's voice pleaded desperately behind him.
An older copy of Bra walked into the kitchen.
"Well that's just -your- problem. You -know- I can't stand those mindless talks about the weather." The man answered with his deep voice.
"Hey, you stop it -right- there mister! It's not like you ever join any one in those conversations anyway so you have no right to say such things. Now, your coming with -me- and that's the end of the discussion!"
The woman turned around and looked strait at Rachel 's.
"You must be a friend of Bra's! nice to meet you, I'm Bulma, Trunks' and Bra's mother." The man behind her looked stunned for a second but regained his composure fast when he saw Rachel as well.
"That arrogant man behind me is their father, he's named Vegeta." The man called Vegeta opened his mouth and closed it again.
"I can introduce myself very well, thank you!" He snapped at Bulma indignant. Bulma turned around and placed her hands on her hips as if she was talking to a little boy.
"I -know- you can Ve-ge-ta but you'll only scare the girl away! You know you're a lousy person when it comes to social business."
Vegeta scowled and glared at her while turning away and crossing his arms.
"Humppff." He snorted.
Rachel swallowed confused, she never met such people like them before.
"I'm Rachel." She muttered.
"And I have to go know." She jumped off the kitchen table and walked towards the door. She reached for the doorknob and turned around.
"Thanks for fixing me up. It was nice meeting you every one! See you two on school tomorrow." She said looking at Pan and Bra.
" Bye!" and she was gone.
It was silence for a few seconds.
"Look what you've done, you scared her away!" Yelled Bulma at Vegeta accusingly.
"What?!?" Vegeta dropped his stance and turned around. "ME?!?"
An; So, What do you think? Tell me if I need to write more!