::Picollo reluctantly walks out with a disclaimer::

Picollo: Well, this stupid Flamingo person asked me to do a disclaimer to a FIC I'M NOT EVEN IN!!!!

Flirtatious Flamingo: Aww, don't get your undies in a knot, I'll put you in my next one.

Picollo: :::looks at the script for Demon Within::: ACK!! YOU ARE ONE SICK [Censored]

F.F: Hey! We might have children reading! Anyhoo, I don't own DBZ or SM

Onward with da' fic!







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It was in mid July, around 3 weeks after the girls moved in. The way they acted though, it would have seemed like they had lived there their entire life.

"GET UP BRAT BEFORE I MAKE YOU!!!" Vegeta's boomed though out the house.

Hotaru walked into her friend's room to find her with a pillow over her head, and a puddle of drool beside her mouth. Hotaru took off the pillow and whacked her with it.

" Odango, wake up. The vegetable wants you."

Usa rolled over to look at her alarm clock and groaned.

"I can't believe its so late! It's almost two! But I'm so sleepy.... Tell Dad to shut up, I'm going back to sleep."

She rolled over and put the pillow back over her head.

Okay, go back to sleep then, just don't blame me if Veggie-head comes in here and stats blowing up things," Hotaru said. "I'm gonna get dressed now."

She walked out of the room and closed the door. A few minutes later, you could hear footsteps quickly thundering up the stairs. Vegeta burst in pretty P.O.ed that his daughter had yet to get up.

"Damnit Pink Urchin, Get your ass dressed and go downstairs. The woman attempted to make breakfast this morning."

Usagi finally lifted up her head to look at her father although she only had one eye open.

"Oh yeah Dad, I'm really going to get up just to eat Bulma's cooking," she rolled her eyes.

"Get up or I'll make you watch Sesame Street with your brother. I think you'll like today's

episode, its on the letter 'Q'"

Usa's eyes widened. "NO! Please! Anything but that!! You know Elmo-thing scares me!!

I mean, is it just me, or is he always on a high?"

"Fine then, I expect you downstairs in five minutes!" Vegeta said with a huff and slamed the

door.

From outside her room, you could hear the faint humming of "Sunny days, sweeping the

clouds away, on our way where the air is sweet....."

Usa hurried to get dressed, and set her hair in the traditional odango style.

She ran downstairs to find everyone around the dining room table waiting for her. Goten had spent the n

night before and was there as well. She looked around at the food on the table and instead of seeing

bacon and eggs she saw three or four boxes of donut. She peeked into the kitchen

or what used to be the kitchen. Now it was just an ash filled room and the

remainders of a few appliances. Where there used to be a oven was now just a

big black stain on the wall. She turned back to her family.

"Lemme guess, Bulma was coking breakfast and blew up another oven....again..

...for the third time this week......"

Bulma frowned, "Well its not my fault, I didn't know that you're suppose to

take the little biscuits out of the package before you put them in the oven!"

Usagi gave a sigh and sat between her brother and his little friend.

"Hey Usa, guess how many words start with the letter Q?" Goten piped up,

crumbs donut crumbs falling from his mouth.

"You watched Sesame Street didn't you!? Goten! How many times have I got to

tell you not to watch that?!? ELMO IS EVIL!!!"

Goten started laughing. "You sound like my Mom!"

She cocked an eyebrow. "I so didn't need to hear that I sound like Chichi first

thing in the morning."

"You kinda look like her too," Hotaru added.

Usagi kicked her under the table, and soon a small war was started under there.

(A/N: Oh no! World War III!!!)

They piddled around for a couple of minutes until there was a knock at the door.

" That's probably Kakorotto wanting to spar. I'm going to go kick his ass around

for awhile," Vegeta said "excusing" himself from the table.

"I hope Big Brother isn't here to pick me up yet, I like Trunks' house," said Goten

"I never met your brother, what does he look like?" Usa asked.

":::cough::: Dork-ass bookworm :::cough:::" Trunks smirked.

Bulma slapped him on the back of the head. "Trunks be nice, Gohan's a very sweet

boy. He's just very dedicated to his studies."

Goten grabbed a pen and started scribbling on the corner of a napkin. After a

half a minute passed, Goten held up the piece of napkin in Usagi's face.

"Here, this is what he looks like."

It was basicly a stick figure with a mop of hair on top.

"Er.........Goten.....that's really....um.....good?"

"Heh, heh, I know! It's my best yet! I didn't even color outside the lines this time!"

"Uh,huh........."

Bulma turned to Usa. "Hey, would you mind doing me a favor? See, after the kitchen

exploded and all....we don't really have any food, so.......would you mind doing

some grocery shopping for me? I'm still working on a project I started a few

weeks ago. Normally I'd ask Vegeta, but he's still banned from Wal* Mart

for ....um....getting mad at some broccoli.....

*flashback*

Vegeta is walking through the fruits and veggies (A/N: Heh, heh, pun.....)

section when he notices a certain piece of broccoli sticking out from its box.

Vegeta: What are you looking at?

Broccoli: ............

Vegeta: Are you trying to intimidate me?

Broccoli: .........?

Vegeta: Playing the silent type are we?

Broccoli: ??????

Vegeta: How DARE you defy me COMMON PRODUCE!!!!! I am the almighty

Prince of SAIYANS!!!!!

Broccoli: .......!!!!!

Vegeta: WHAT?!?! WHAT WAS THAT?!?! ARE YOU TALKING BACK TO

ME?!?!!??!!

Broccoli: O_O

Vegeta: *glares* See you in Hell you wannabe brussle sprout!!!!!!*ki blasts entire

produce section*

Vegeta: Not so tough now are we Mr. Smart-ass?

Broccoli: X__X

Vegeta: *sees many costomers staring at him* You want some of this?!? *costomers

back away slowly* That's what I thought!

Store manager: Sir, we're going to have to ask you and your demonic powers to

please leave our facility...

Vegeta: .....But the broccoli was defying me!

Store Manager: I'm sure it was.......

Vegeta: You think I'm crazy don't you!! Don't look at me like that!!

Store Manager: Sir, if you could calm down.....

Vegeta: AAAAAHHHHH!!!!! THE DAMN ANIMAL CRACKERS ARE MOVING!!!!!!!!!

Store Manager: o_O

Vegeta: NO!!!!!! THE CORNFLAKES ARE GOING TO KILL ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*End flashback*



"................and we haven't been back since," Bulma said.

"I see......I guess I'll go," said Usa, a little afraid (but not surprised) at Bulma's story.

Trunks and Goten both jump up at the same time with huge grins on their faces.

"Pikachu's signing autographs at Walmart today, can we come too?" asked Trunks

with a hopeful smile on his face. Both of them were giving huge puppy dog eyes

in hopes of meeting their Pokemon hero. As we all know, there is no one who

can resist the puppy dog eyes so eventually Usa gave in.

"Damn you both, alright, you two can come, but if anyone comes up to me saying

that two demi-Saiyan children have been harassing them, we don't see the

yellow rat. Kapiche?" Usa said, pointing her finger at both of them.

Hotaru and Diana came with her because they both knew she wouldn't be able to

handle the two of them while they were hyped-up on donut sugar.

Walking out the back door, they saw Goku and Vegeta sparring. Usa remembered

a week ago when she and her father were sparring. Even though it had been a

short three weeks, he had taught her to form small ki blasts, basic punches and

blocks, how to control going Super Saiyan, how to hide her ki level, and so on,

and so on...

Usa waved good by to her dad, and got in an air car.

"Who was that?" Goku asked, wiping sweat from his forehead.

"My first brat," replied Vegeta.

Goku paled. "Uh......Vegeta? How is that possible? Chichi explained to me a

long time ago about the facts of life even if I don't really understand it......She

can't be your first kid if Trunks is your first kid, and doesn't some*ahem* STUFF

have to happen for her to here? And wouldn't Bulma have to be younger

o-or is it older ? Or PREGNANT??? And-and -HOW COULD YOU HAVE

ANOTHER KID WITHOUT TELLING ME!!!!! And I'm just ......confused...."

"Idiot."

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The automatic doors to the mega-market open to the three half Saiyans,

Sailor Scout, and kitten.

"Okay, lets go see Pikachu now," said Trunks, pulling Hotaru's arm.

"NO!! We get all the shopping done and then we go see the rat-thing. Now, lets

see......the first thing on the list Bulma gave me is.....artichokes......I think she

made this list in alphabetical order......" said Usagi, noticing each food was in

its respective letter.

It had taken 3 hours, 46 minutes, and 59 seconds, but they had finally gotten

through the list from artichokes to Zebra cakes. They had a little trouble

with the letter B though. Usagi had to explain to Goten where bacon came

from....it didn't go over too well. Goten had to make sure none of the packages

read "Oolong". Diana hoped he wasn't scarred for life or anything.

It was time to see the big-fat-yellow-piece-of-shit.....I mean Pikachu.....

"He's over there! You can see the sign!!" yelled Goten.

"Alright already, lets get this over with," groaned the three girls.

They turned the corner to the toys section, where the Pikachu signing should be.

Instead, they found a middle-aged fat man in a very shabby suit without the head,

drinking a flask of whisky, and smoking a cigarette. Goten's eyes were as large

as saucers.

"Pi-Pikachu......HE'S DECAPATATED!!!!! SWEET KAMI HE DOESN'T HAVE

A HEAD!!!!!!! AND HE SMOKES!!!!! I'm tramatised.....I'm going to need a therapist...

WWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

The 'pikachu' rolled his eyes. "Shove it up your ass and get over it. I'm on my

coffee break."

Trunks was a bit more than pissed. Not only had this pikachu not been real, but

he had just upset his best friend. He was asking for it.

"Hey! Goten was already pretty upset that he thought he might be eating Oolong

for every morning! He doesn't need crap from some imatation Pocket Monster!!

He's very sensitive!! What's your problem you jack-ass? I came out here to see

Pikachu and DAMNIT I want PIKACHU!!!!!"

The man was obviously drunk.

"And just what are going to do about it?"

"Do you work here?"

"(hiccup)Yessssssss"

"Do you remember about a year ago when a man destroyed entire vegetable section?

I.Am.His.Son."

The 'jack-ass immatation pocket monster's' eyes widened.

"Th-the Demon Man?"

Trunks nodds and points at Goten.

"Say you're sorry to him and I might reconsider ki-blasting you to Hell."

The very afraid quickly appologises to Goten, then runs screaming out the doors .

"Nicely done," said Usa patting her brother on the back.

"But I think we should leave before we're banned like Dad."

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A pitch- black crow swooped in from the open window of Usa's bedroom.

It circled a few times before landing on her bed. A red rose dropped from its

beak and it flew out of the window just as soon as it had come. A small note was

attached to the flower. It read:

~Dear Serenity,

You may have thought you escaped, but then again, you've always been naive.

You'll always belong to me, and always need me. Your mother learned that the hard

way.

A quote from Robert Herrick:

Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,

Old time is still a-flying:

And this same flower that smiles today,

Tomorrow may be dying.

--- With Love





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To Be Continued.............