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Author's note: Ok, I can't say thanks for the reviews because I haven't gotten any yet (mostly because I haven't put up the first chapter yet...hehe.) . So, thanks for reading this and I hope you will review and tell a friend 'cuz that would be nice. ~.^) I hope you liked my last chapter cuz I put a lot of thought into that. If you have questions, just wait and they might be answered in this chapter.
Sorry about the thing at the end of the last chapter. I was listening to the radio and thought I'd share my wonderful information with all of you. Don't you feel special. ^.^
So far I haven't had to send my "flame" dogs out on anyone yet...and let's keep it that way. I don't want anyone to get hurt.(hehe). Well, here's the next chapter. Onward!!!!!!!!!
P.S. Remember, this is an a/u. There is some MAJOR Hercule bashing at the end just because I hate the guy so much. When I say bashing, I mean it. Hehe. Enjoy. ;)
Chapter Two
Last time: Bulma and Chichi had a few surprises and our favorite girls are going to meet soon.
Bulma was trying out her new found ability on some innocent trees ((poor things)) when she froze. She heard a snap of a twig and even after only a few hours in this eerie forest, her senses had increased quite dramatically.
"Who's there?" She all but snapped. "I'd show yourself if I were you." She angered when she heard a small laugh. "What's so funny?" To Bulma's great surprise, a blonde girl about her age stepped out of the bushes.
"Nothing. Sorry." The girl apologized quickly, not wanting to get on the wrong side of this blue haired girl. She wanted to become friends. 18 expressed that in her eyes, hopping Bulma would see and drop her fighting stance, which was a little weak. But they could work on that.
Bulma did drop her fighting stance and smiled at 18. "Where are your parents?" She asked almost desperately , half wanting her parents to be killed to, the other half wanting her parents to be alive and well.
But 18 hung her head. "Dead. Those stupid saiyans." She whispered. Bulma yelled and kicked a tree next to her, breaking it in half. "Yours too?" Bulma nodded sadly, tears starting to form but she wiped them away.
"I hate them! I will kill them all!" Bulma yelled and shot a ball of ki up into the air, breaking a hole in the heavy canopy, the afternoon sun shinning down in a stream. For the first time Bulma or 18 had been in this forest, they heard birds screeching. That was almost a relief. Neither of the girls liked the strange silence and it was nice to hear voices other than their own.
"Me too! I will help you! They killed my parents! There's another person in here too. Let's go find them and they can help us kill those saiyans. I will teach you guys how to fly and how to direct your ki, that's what that blue stuff is called, in certain ways." 18 started to fly but felt something tug on her pant leg. She looked down and saw two deep blue eyes filled with sorrow and pain, but also questioning.
"How in the world do you fly? Can you teach me?" 18 nodded and landed in front of Bulma.
"But not now. We have to go find that other person." Bulma sighed and started to walk. 18 shook her head.
"Nope, not that way. Hop on my back." Bulma's eyes widened, but slowly walked over to 18 and wrapped her arms around 18's neck. She gulped loudly.
"If you drop me I'm not going to be happy." 18 laughed and Bulma smiled, she liked it when that girl laughed. I wonder what her name is?
"What's your name?" Bulma asked as 18 took off. 18 coughed as Bulma's arms tightened around her neck.
"Sorry, I'm not used to flying."
"Yeah, I noticed. My name is 18. What's yours?"
"Bulma. Wow, this is cool. I can't wait for you to teach me."
"Yeah, it's fun. You can get going really, really fast. How old are you? I'm 8."
"Me too! That's cool. We can train together so we can kill those dumbhead saiyans when we get bigger, right?"
"Yeah! I'm gonna personally ring the guys neck who killed my mom." 18 could feel Bulma nod on her back. 18 stopped abruptly and pointed down. "Look. There." Bulma glanced down and saw another girl. She had black hair and she was crying up against a tree. "Let's check her out."
The girls hovered down to Chichi, but she didn't notice.
"Hi, I'm Bulma and this is 18." Chichi snapped her head up off of her legs and gasped. "Our parents were killed by those stupid saiyans. Were yours?" Chichi wanted to just run up to Bulma and 18 and give them a huge hug. She was so relieved she wasn't alone anymore. Bulma sat down next to Chichi and 18 sat in front of them.
"Yeah, and I saw them kill my parents too. Now all I have left is this." She held up a necklace. It was a locket with a picture of her mom on one side, her dad on the other. Chichi was crying again.
"My parents left me this letter and this picture." Bulma read the letter out loud and everyone was tearful at the end. 18 turned away.
"My parents didn't leave me anything." She whispered, tears sliding off her cheeks.
"Those stupid saiyans!" Bulma screamed, feeling the hurt with her friends. "Ok, you guys, here's the thing." 18 looked at Bulma again and Chichi uncurled from her ball. "Let's promise to become the best of friends, ok? Let's train day and night so when we get older, we can get revenge on the monsters that killed our parents, ok?" Stern looks came across everyone's face as they all nodded. "And now that they have taken over earth, we can't go out into the open. Let's build a home here. We only go outside of this forest to get clothes, ok? Once you teach me how to fly I will go back to the ruins of CC and see if any of my parents' money is there. If it's not, I'll go to the bank and take the emergency fund. But first, let's build a shelter. I don't really want to get wet when it rains."
After three months of hard work, the girls finally finished their "hut" as they called it. And Bulma knew how to fly and Chichi knew how to shoot ki. Bulma had gone and collected the money in the emergency fund at the bank, careful not to let anyone know who she was. She found out she was about 100 miles away from home. But that was ok. It wasn't her home anymore.
They got nice clothes, blankets and some food for times when they didn't want to hunt for berries or deer or wild boars. After all, killing an animal isn't hard when you can shoot energy out of your hands. And Chichi, being the chef of the trio, had smoked and prepared a wonderful meal out of the meat almost every night.
Bulma stood back admiring the hut.
"We did an awesome job you guys. I can't believe a bunch of eight year old girls built this!" She giggled lightheartedly. She had become best of friends with the other two.
18 flew down from her position she was working, which happened to be the leaf walls of their hut.
"I know! It's amazing what people can do when they put their mind to it." She dusted off her hands and called up to Chichi, who was working on the tree fort they had made to store their food, so the animals didn't eat it. "Chichi! Are you almost done?"
She yelled back a muffled response. "Yeah, in a sec." After a few minutes, Chichi flew down from the branches skillfully. "You guys will love what I did with the storage area. It's awesome!" She smiled happily.
Bulma nodded, "Yeah, we did a real nice job on the hut too. Come see!"
18 pushed open the blanket door (there is no winter in rain forests) and everyone walked in.
"Wow. Are we good or what?" Bulma and Chichi laughed.
"Look at this!" Chichi exclaimed, walking around, glancing at everything. In one corner, there were three piles of soft leaves for beds and a wooden rod sticking out of the wall to hang their clothes on. In another corner was a fire pit for cooking. On each wall was a window to look out. There was a small table next to the fire pit and a huge bucket of water next to the table. A few blankets were folded in neat piles along the wall next to the beds. The windows provided all the light they needed. The floor was green and soft with moss and those annoying fuzzy little plants that always ruin my yard in the spring. They are fun to pull apart. I like them...only they are. *suddenly dodges tomatoes and bananas being thrown at her* Ah! Sorry! Going on.
Bulma glanced at her watch she got at their last monthly trip to town, just a week ago, and announced, "I'm going to go train. Anyone care to join me?" 18 nodded but Chichi shook her head.
"I should really make you guys some supper. You girls really do eat a lot." Bulma put on a pretend pouting face and her hands on her hips.
"Chichi, don't you like being with us? And we don't eat a lot. You're mean." 18 held back giggles and nodded with Bulma. Chichi laughed.
"Sorry Bulma. And yeah, you do eat a lot. And I mean A LOT." Bulma stuck out her tongue and they both flew out the door, leaving a laughing Chichi to cook.
Ok, I'm going to skip a few years here. OK, well, maybe more than a few. Don't get mad because our girls don't do anything exciting at all. They train, eat, cook and sleep and go to town once every month for supplies. And that's about all. Ten year later. Yup. They are all 18 years old. And don't worry! Vegeta and Goku and my buddy Krillin will all show up soon. Trust me.
After a rigorous training session, Bulma and 18 dragged themselves into the hut, sporting their wounds.
"Ow, 18, you punch hard." Bulma whined, rubbing her bruised jaw tenderly. 18 lightly scowled.
"It's not like you kick any softer." 18 took the bandage off of her stomach, sighed and put it back on. Chichi skipped over and set down two plates in front of the girls. She smiled happily.
"There ya go. And see what you get? That's part of the reason I don't train so much. It's painful." Bulma glanced up at her.
"Well how do you expect to get any stronger when you just sit around cooking all day? I get much better when I get hurt. I learn from my mistakes. And now I know to block my mouth better." She moaned and 18 snorted.
"For your information, I am just fine with leaving all of the training to you. I'm not good at it anyways. Yeah, sure, I can fly and punch a little and shoot a pretty pink thing out of my hand, but it doesn't mean I'm good at it. Besides, you need me. Where would you be with out me to cook for you? You would've probably already eaten a poisonous mushroom or something."
Now it was Bulma's turn to snort. "As if, Chichi. I know my mushrooms, thank you very much. Yeah, you're a good cook and I guess it's ok that you don't fight. It's just that I don't understand why you don't want to get revenge on those gay-ass fags ((yup, they are defiantly older.)) who killed OUR parents. I'll respect your decision but I'm not going to exactly like it."
"I'm with Bulma. I don't get why you don't want to fight. Right now I want to kill every single one of those creeps. I hate them!" 18 said, sitting down at the table with Bulma and Chichi. Chichi shrugged.
"I'm the cook, 18's the fighter, and you're the brains. We all have our places, why argue?" Bulma and 18 glanced at each other.
"I guess." Bulma started slowly. She looked at her watch and yawned. "Hey, we should probably get some sleep now. We are going to town tomorrow. Both of you are coming, right?" They both nodded. "Good. I'm going to bed. G'night." Bulma got up, lagged over to her bed, and plopped down, followed closely by Chichi and 18. "Blow out the candle."
"OW!" Chichi screeched, bumping into the wall. 18 and Bulma laughed.
"Chi, we've been here for ten years and you still forget where the wall is."
"Good night to you too, 18."
"Shut up. I'm sleeping."
"You sure are wary when you're asleep, Bulma."
"Yeah, that's me. The brains of the group. I don't even stop thinking when I'm sleeping. I'm pretty amazing, ain't I?"
"Aw, get over yourself, blue head."
"Watch it, blondie."
"Both of you are nuts."
"You calling me names? Come on, Chi, bring it! Let's go. I'll sleep fight ya. Pick the place."
"Watch out for her wicked slice."
"SHUT UP Bulma! I did not slice!"
"I swear, she tried to punch me today and it looked like she was trying to chop me in half."
"Shut up or I will cut you in half. With that knife over there."
"Good night you dorks. I'm really going to sleep now."
"Are you calling me names again?"
"Yup."
Bulma woke to Chichi's normal sounds of pots and pans clanking about. She looked at the bed next to her to find 18 was already awake and probably hunting for some meat for breakfast. She got up, stretched and yawned, then slipped off her pajamas and pulled on her favorite outfit she only wore when she went to town.
It was a pair of blue camouflage flares that hugged her legs perfectly, showing off every curve and setting off the color of her hair nicely. The tank top also displayed her 18 year old curves and was a light blue color. It was kind of tight and it was cut off just above her navel, showing off her hips a bit. On the front it said in a dark blue "Like what you see?" and on the back in said "Take a picture, it lasts longer." She had to admit, it wasn't her most modest outfit, but why couldn't she be a bit showy? After all, this was a one in a month thing. She didn't go to town everyday.
"Mornin', sleeping beauty." Chichi giggled as she saw Bulma's hair sticking up everywhere. Bulma stuck out her tongue.
"Ha ha. So funny Chi." Bulma got up and brushed her shoulder length blue hair in the mirror hanging on the wall. She quickly put it into messy but attractive pig-tails. "There, good enough." Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Chichi nod in agreement. She turned to her. "What are you wearing, Chi?" Chichi just shrugged. All of a sudden, Bulma's face twisted into an evil smile. "Oh girl, I know exactly what to do with you. The guys will be drooling." Chichi looked at Bulma nervously.
"Uh."
Half the reason the three girls went to town was to see the boys and catch up on all of the latest trends and fashions. They bought all of the new clothes and went to the newest and hottest clubs that night. But they had to make sure when a boy asked for their phone numbers, not to tell them anything unless the really, REALLY had a good feeling about the guy. They were sure if anyone found out they were living in a *starts singing* little grass shack in the middle of the juuunnnglllllee. *coughs* ((it's a song I know, sorry)) they would die of embarrassment.
All three of them were all looking for a job, but no one wanted three weird girls in their work. Bulma knew she could always get a job back at Capsule Corp. but she knew that that would cause quite a scene and she would be the talk of the town. She really didn't want that at all. Besides, she still had a lot of money from her parents' emergency fund and she had figured out the pin number to her parents' bank account, which had over ten millions dollars in it. Of course, she could like rule the world or something with all of that loot, but it just wouldn't feel right, not earning it herself. She would feel like she was cheating.
A few minutes later, 18 stormed in, not happy at all that she hadn't found any meat. But Bulma and Chichi reassured her that they were fine eating just fruit this morning. 18 felt a little better after that.
After they had eaten a hearty breakfast of bananas and apples and mangos and grapes, Bulma went to work on 18 and Chichi. ((NOT THAT WAY ALL OF YOU LESIES OUT THERE!!!))
"Bulma, I want to see what I look like!" Chichi exclaimed for the fourth time. But Bulma just shook her head again.
"Not yet." She said as she carefully put a bobby pin in Chichi's silky black hair. Chichi scowled. "There!" She announced as she placed the last pin in place.
"Lemme see!" Chichi shot up off the chair and ran over to the long mirror. She gasped. "Whoa."
Her black jeans went great with her hair, she especially loved the sparkly silver trim down the sides. She had a sliver spaghetti strap tank top that could knock the sock off of any guy. It said in black "99% Angel" on the front. Chichi's hair was put up into a messy bun and held with bobby pins. She had light silver eye shadow and lip gloss.
18 raised her eyebrows at Chichi. "Looking good." Bulma turned on 18.
"Your turn."
After a half an hour, 18 was finally allowed to look in the mirror. "Wow, Bulma. I gotta hand it to ya."
18 had on a soft yellow tube top and a pair of dark blue jeans, flares and hipsters. 18 had wanted to wear the shirt that said, "My foot and your ass should meet sometime," but Bulma totally no-no-ed that one. But, she had to admit, she liked this better. The tube top matched her hair just right and the belt on her pants was a chain. She left her hair down and tucked one side behind her ear. She smiled contently. Her lips had a thin coat of lip gloss and she had sparkle eye shadow.
While the two girl were admiring themselves, Bulma quickly put on lip gloss, a little glitter, and frosty eye shadow. "All done." She whispered to herself for really no reason at all.
"You ready to go Bulma?" Chichi asked and Bulma nodded. Making sure their hair was safe and secure, they took off.
They landed just on the outskirts of town, to check up on their hair, of course.
"Ok, where do you guys want to go first?" 18 asked. Chichi shrugged.
"I, for one, am hungry. Let's go eat." Bulma said, swinging her black purse crisscross over her shoulders, so it was resting on her hips.
"Good idea. Where to?"
"I dunno. Let's just start walking."
"Yeah." So, all three of them started towards the crowed city.
After walking on the side walk, a few other people had joined them, all wanting to get into the city. When they stopped at the entrance, the girls started to get impatient.
"What's the deal?" 18 asked an old lady next to her. The elderly woman shook her head sadly and replied in a wiggly voice.
"You girls haven't been to Satan City as of late, have you?" Chichi shook her head.
"No ma'am. We've kinda been cut off. What's up?"
"Well, that arrogant saiyan prince issued a certain law about a month ago that says some poor fellow has to sit at the only entrance to the city, which is walking through here, and record everyone's name that enters. I have no idea why, but it is very time consuming and it scares me because some girls, kind of like you three, disappear."
Bulma stepped back. "I'm sorry. I thought you just said girls like me and my friend disappear." The lady nodded and the line moved up a few people.
"Yes, it's true. No one knows where they go. I think the prince takes them. Though I have no idea what he would do with them." The girls winced at what little knowledge the old lady showed. They had quite the picture of what would happen.
"How often do girls disappear?"
"Not very often. I don't think you'll have to worry. And I really love your blonde hair, hunny." 18 glanced at Bulma and Chichi, who smiled in return.
"Uh, thank you."
"Dear," Bulma realized the lady was talking to her, "why did you dye your hair blue? It is very, very becoming on you but what color was it before? It looks so real. I never thought I would actually like a young person dying their hair."
"Well, it is real, ma'am. I never dyed it. My father had a strange discoloration as well."
The old lady looked thoughtfully at Bulma. "Who is your father, dear?" Bulma looked taken aback and 18 and Chichi's eyes widened.
"I...um…he's...dead." Is all she said to the lady, wanting to distract the lady from her father's name.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, child. How long ago?"
"Ten years ago."
"Oh my. How did your mother take it? Poor dear. That would be dreadful."
"Yeah…well, she died with my father. When the saiyans came. They killed them." Chichi put her hand on Bulma's shoulders to keep her calm. Bulma always got angry when they talked about her parents.
"Oh my! I am so sorry that must be terrible! I'm glad you have to good friends with you and their parents...well, you children do have parents, don't you?" 18 looked away and Chichi lowered her head. "Oh dear! Where do you children live?"
"Well, I can't really tell you ma'am, sorry. Quite aways from here, I can tell you that. We've done wonderfully for ten years. And we are ok." Chichi said, trying not to make the old lady worry.
"Forgive me, I haven't even told you my name yet. It is Virginia. And I can see you are prospering well under such harsh conditions. It is amazing. What are your names so I don't have to keep calling you sweet children "dear"?" Virginia smiled happily. Bulma swallowed loudly.
"Um, Virginia, can you keep a secret?" The lady nodded.
"My name is Bulma Briefs." The lady gasped and Bulma quickly put a finger to her lips. "Shh. I don't want anyone to know."
"Everyone thought you were dead after the saiyans came!"
"And that's what I would like them to keep thinking. Just for a while, until I get a stable life. I'm only 18."
"I'm 18 and this is Chichi. Her father is the Ox King."
"Oh my, your parents were both killed in fighting and everyone thought you two dead also!"
"Yes, we know. That's why we only come to Satan City once a month. We live out in the rain forest."
"That's more than a hundred miles away? How did you get here?" Bulma hovered just an inch above the ground, then back again.
"We flew."
"My goodness. The things teenagers can do now a days. I know Miss 18's parents could fly but I never knew they taught their daughter."
"And she taught us."
"Name and age." A new voice cut in through the four people's chat. Virginia stood up straight, cleared her throat, and hobbled over to the middle aged man, looking extremely bored, taking name and age.
Virginia put her hand on a hand-shaped plastic thing in front of the boy.
"A lie detector. Very sophisticated. What are we going to do?" Bulma almost panicked. But her mind came up with something that would have to do. She wouldn't tell them her name. If that stupid prince, whoever he was, came, then she would kick his sorry butt into next week. "I'm not going to tell them. That's it." The other two girls nodded.
"Virginia Jacobson. 68." And she walked away, waving at the girls.
"Ok, you may go. Next." Bulma walked up proudly and put her hand on the lie detector.
"Name a-" The guy started.
"How is this powered? Battery?" The man looked at her, confused.
"No, it's plugged in. Why?" Bulma shrugged.
"I'm just curious. Who was it made by? Hercule Co.? It's a very nice version. Though, at the Capsule Corp. when I was there last ten years ago, I remember they were working on a model M63. They almost had it in stores but the saiyans came. What is this? A G42?" The man's eyes widened.
"Yeah. How did you know about the CC's private stock line? And the model they were coming out with?"
"I had my resources."
"Ok, well, what's your name and age?"
"I'm 18. And my name is." She said the first name that came into her head.
"Amelia Airheart."
"For real."
"Brittany Spears."
"I'm serious miss. Don't make me call security."
"What? Don't you think I'm pretty enough to be Brittany Spears? Fine, my name's...Mea Bird."
"I'm sorry miss. I need your real name now. You're holding up the line." Bulma tapped her fingers on the lie detector.
"This is a waste of time. Why do you have to know everyone's name?"
"I don't know. That's what the prince ordered. Now, before I get mad, tell me your real name."
"Hercule Satan." She did her best imitation of the dork's face and started to do some of his really stupid poses, sound effects included. The whole crowd behind her laughed. The man's face turned red.
"He's the best fighter ever. I'm calling security right now and your lucky if they don't kill you for not following simple instructions given by the prince." He picked up his walkie-talkie as Bulma squished up her face like she was going to cry.
"Oh no! They are going to get me! I am scared!" The crowd laughed again and Bulma bowed.
"Sir, there is a girl here who is making fun of saiyans and Hercule and won't tell me her name." The man whined.
Bulma listened as she heard a fuzzy answer. It was a man's. "I'll send the boss down there to take care of her. He'll beat the crap out of her and maybe then she'll spill. She doesn't look very strong, does she?" The boy shook his head as Bulma flexed her muscles.
"Well, not really. Stronger than most human female teenagers and defiantly prettier," the man started to develop a tone Bulma didn't like all that much, even though she knew she was stronger than him, his power level was barely enough to keep someone alive, "than the ugly humans with all of their acne and all. She's got some more pretty ones with her. Two. A blonde one and a black haired one." 18 started to walk over the man and Bulma could tell she had her 'I'm gonna punch you until every bone in your body is fractured' look, so she went up to her and said,
"Let's see what he does, ok?" 18 nodded reluctantly, scowling at the man, who Chichi could see was trying not to cower under her death glare.
"They are getting a little ornery so hurry up boss."
"Yeah, yeah." And the other end disconnected.
"Who's your boss gonna send over?" Bulma asked sarcastically. Chichi laughed and 18 crossed her arms and smiled maliciously.
"Your gonna be sorry. Hercule's coming." The crowd gasped and Bulma laughed.
"Oh, I thought they would send someone important over. They must underestimate us, you guys." Chichi and 18 nodded, now both of them smirking dangerously.
Pretty soon, Mr. Satan's helicopter could be heard hovering over the city and it landed in front of them. Hercule got out to a bunch of cheering and yelling, "Hercule! Hercule!" over and over. Bulma, 18, and Chichi rolled their eyes as Mr. Satan stepped out of the copter, doing his stupid poses. After ten minutes of that, he walked over the Bulma and the rest, who were all crossing their arms.
"Now, now girls," He started, coming right up to Bulma, "just tell this nice young man your name and age and no one will get hurt."
Chichi smirked. "That would be too easy. I want a good fight. I haven't fought for a while and I need to."
Hercule stepped back. "Do you think you can fight me? Hahahaha! That's funny!" Hercule continued to laugh and stomp his foot on the ground and soon he was laughing so hard he was crying. The girls just narrowed their eyes. Hercule turned to the man behind him and said weekly, "Heh heh, they said they want to fight me....hahaha." And again he began his little laugh attack. 18 growled and walked up to the laughing Hercule...and punched him right in the face, sending him flying backwards into the brick wall of the city, cracking it. He wasn't laughing anymore.
He slowly got up, very wobbly, holding his cheek.
"HOWDAREYOUPUNCHMEYOURGOINGTOGETITPRETTYGIRLI'MGONNAKILLYOU!!!!!!!" He was so angry everything was slurred together. But Bulma and Chichi just laughed and 18 shook out her hand.
"Ow, he has a hard head." The whole crowd gasped and then a few snickers where heard throughout the group. Hercule rushed at 18 who lightly jumped up and he went right underneath her into the other wall. He continued to try to plow her over until he lunged at Bulma.
He tried to punch Bulma in the face, but he missed. Again and again.
"STOP MOVING!" He yelled, very frustrated.
"Are you trying to mess up my beautiful face?" Bulma said evilly and brought her right arm up and caught him under his chin. He flew into the air and landed in a heap. She kicked him into yet another wall before he got up and when he did she gave him a nice knee jab in the stomach. Bulma picked him up off the ground and threw him to 18. "Here, hold this for a sec." She took off her shoe and with her fingernail made a huge B in the heel. "Throw him here." He landed in front of her and was whimpering for her not to kick him again. "Once more." She smiled maliciously. She booted him right in the forehead, and after a few seconds a large B began to show up on his head. Someone threw Hercule a mirror and he screamed like a girl when he saw Bulma's imprint.
"YOU LITTLE BRAT! LOOK WHAT YOU DID TO MY BEAUTIFUL FOREHEAD! IT HAS A B ON IT! GET IT OFF! AAFFFFGGGGGG!!!!!" And he ran around, face seriously flushed and burning red, while Chichi, 18, and Bulma nearly peed their pants. He stopped right in front of them and breathed into their faces, clenching his fists.
"I am going to call saiyans guards on you and it won't be pretty. Your going to be begging me for forgiveness by the time I get done with you." Bulma snorted.
"Pshwa. I highly doubt that. We'll just kick those saiyan's asses too."
Hercule fumed at her confidence. "Oh but that's the thing. You won't be able to beat them up. Trust me. You three will make good slaves for the soldiers. Maybe they'll even take you back to their own monkey planet. I hope so. Your gonna be sorry." And he everything but ran into his copter and flew hastily away.
"Let's get something to eat, shall we?" 18 and Bulma nodded as Chichi walked passed the shocked middle-aged man and he didn't even ask for their names.
"Mmm! Chi, dis ish goood stuff!" Bulma exclaimed with her mouth full of food. 18 nodded and Chichi beamed. Not only did she know how to cook, she knew the right restaurants as well.
"It's all hereditary." She smiled again.
After they finished a well deserved meal, the trio decided to do a little shopping, first to (I'm using names at where I'm from) Aerostaple, then American Eagle and Chichi was just dying to go to The Gap.
(I'm not going to explain shopping because I don't feel like it right now. So there. :p)
They sat down in a bench near the middle of town attraction. A huge water fountain and a podium for speeches held at the city.
"I just love this tank top! I saw one that would look great on you, 18."
"Yeah? So how come you didn't tell me?" She pretended to pout and the girls laughed. Everything was going great. So far.
"The saiyans are here!" Someone shouted and a few people screamed. Everyone started towards the only exit and entrance to the whole city, but they heard another person shout that it was blocked off. Bulma, Chichi and 18 looked nervously at each other.
"I think it's time we high tail it out of here." The other two nodded and they all made their way to the back of the city, towards the wall. They huddled down. "Now all we have to do is fly over with out being seen." Chichi started in, but Bulma shook her head.
"No, not yet. I want to see these saiyan guys. I want to see what they look like. I've never seen one before."
They all sneaked over to the building closest to the podium and hid behind it. They saw two males walk up to the podium, one was really tall with dark black hair that stuck out everywhere and sparkly eyes. The other one was short. Really short. Bulma could hardly see him behind the podium and she gasped when he flew up to the mic. He had no hair and six little dots on his forehead, Bulma guessed they were something to mark his position in the saiyan race.
The little one spoke. "For those of you dumb enough to not know who we are, we are saiyans and the personal guards of Prince Vegeta. Cooperate and no one will be injured. Goku and I, Krillin, are searching for three suspicious late-teen girls. One has blue hair and blue eyes, one has black hair and brown eyes, and one has blonde hair and blue eyes." Bulma glanced over at her friends and was surprised to see Chichi staring at the one they call Goku and 18 looking strangely at Krillin.
After he was done with his description, almost the whole entire crowd turned around and pointed to where they were hiding.
"No use hiding, ladies. It'll only make things worse. Just come on out." Bulma stood up straight and walked out into the opening.
"You people suck!" She yelled at the crowd. "After all I did to entertain you, you turn me in?" She could hear Krillin chuckle.
"Yes, that was quite a show. I can't say Prince Vegeta didn't find it amusing either."
For the first time, the other one spoke. His voice was warm and childlike. "Yeah, I liked the part where you put a B on his forehead." And he pointed to his own head. A wave of quiet laughter went through the crowd.
Chichi and 18 finally stepped out of their hiding spots as well and all three of them slowly walked up to the two saiyans.
"What do you want?" 18 asked Krillin and Bulma and Chichi could see him get a small case of the chills when she talked to him. They held back giggles.
"I, uh, we, are, um."
"We're supposed to take you to Vegeta and he wants to ask you guys something. He says he has scanned his records and he doesn't have any record of you at all. And he says that's interesting and sent us to come get you." Goku said and Krillin nodded.
"To go where?" Chichi asked, mainly Goku and Bulma had noticed she had been staring at him the whole time he talked.
"To where he is right now. That's in Tokyo." Chichi nodded her head in understanding and Bulma shrugged.
"Why not? We don't have any good clothes at home and I could use a vacation. How 'bout it 18?"
18 looked hesitantly at Krillin out of the corner of her eye.
"Will you guys be joining us?" Bulma asked for 18 and Chichi because she knew from ten years prior what they were both thinking. Krillin and Goku nodded.
"You'll probably get bored of us we'll be around so much."
"Oh, I'm not so sure about that." Bulma muttered under her breath, unaware that Krillin heard with his saiyan hearing and turned about five shades of red. He coughed loudly.
"Ok, well, uh, let's go then. But we flew here so you'll have to ride on someone." The girls exchanged glances, telling each other not to let them know we could fly just yet, and give Chichi and 18 a little personal space with Goku and Krillin. Bulma decided, because he was bigger, to go with Goku and just hold onto his hand. "Uh." Krillin swallowed loudly at the awkward situation. Goku ended up carrying Chichi around the waist and Bulma by his hand and Krillin also held 18 by the waist. His eyes widened as he realized he could almost fit his hands around 18's waist. He coughed again. "Let's, uh, go." And they took off.
Okie dokes, this chapter was getting really long so I decided to end it here. There is going to be a lot of stuff in the "air" so that will be in the next chapter. And be patient all of you Veggie-loving creeps! (don't worry, I'm not dissing you as I am one too.) HE'S COMING! YAY!
Ok, here's a little something for Videl and Gohan fans. Don't worry. Videl will just be born later, that's all. Hercule's really young know and don't expect me to know how he got famous if Cell isn't here, use your imagination. I like Videl and Gohan too! Don't worry, be happy. *Starts singing* (don't worry, be happy now) oooooohhhh ooh ooh ooh ooh oo oo oo oooooo, ooh ooh ooh oooooo, o oo, oo oo oo oo oooooooooo. *coughs and turns red* hope you liked this one and review, review, review! Thanks! Krillin is sooo cute! Yay! ^^)
Oh, I need a little help here.
What does this mean?
Gomen?
Gomen tai?
Kawaii?
Moshi moshi?
Kuso? I know this one is some sort of swear word…I think…aw, I dunno.
I have ideas for each one but I just want to make sure, that's all.
And if you could tell me any other Japanese words, that would be great! Don't forget to keep checking for updates! I'll try not to make them take long. The more feedback I get, the more writing I do! Peace out and don't eat yellow snow!