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Chapter Seventeen

"What." Vegeta snarled flatly as he walked into the dark and musty throne room. His father was sitting upon it and Vegeta thought bitterly to himself that his father didn't deserve the title of a king.

"Son, you and those other two idiots are going to go on another purging mission to Grafinite. The people are getting out of line, and we need to demonstrate the power of the saiyan race. Even though you aren't worthy of display saiyan power, I will send you to anyway. Tomorrow at 0500 hundred hours. Sharp." Vegeta scowled at his father as he walked out of the room without saying a word.

"Bastard, I don't have good feeling about this…"

~ ~ ~

"Hiya, Bulma!" Bulma looked up from her work. Jenni came grinning with the bottle of ki Bulma had given her around her neck. "This bottle is really pretty! Thanks for it!" Bulma smiled warmly.

"No problem. Yours is the only green one, too. I think your color is green." Jenni nodded.

"Yup, it's my favorite color. Guess what?" She didn't stop for Bulma to 'guess what', just to take a breath. "Vegeta's slaves are doing my stuff again!!! Cool, huh? Oh hey guess what else?" Breath. "Vegeta said his room look nice. I told him that me and you cleaned it and he just kinda did that grunting thing he does, you know?" Bulma nodded and put her hands on her hips.

"Anything you would like to say?" Jenni giggled and shook her head. "Ok. You need to breath more when you talk. Your going to knock yourself out…"

"Oh wait! I have something else to say!" Bulma snorted. "Vegeta, that Kakkarot guy and his friend, Krillin, are going on purging mission early tomorrow morning. Veggie was kinda of skitsafranic about that…"

"Skitsafranic?"

"My word for jumpy and uneasy about it. He thinks the king is up to something and he told me to tell you to just watch out." Bulma raised an eyebrow.

"Doesn't he go on purging missions quite often?"

"Yeah, but he has only gone on one since you came. I'm not sure why he's so wary but…I suppose I can't argue with his intuition, you know?" Bulma nodded.

"I guess. Well, you wanna help me with this?" Bulma was about to show Jenni the project she was working on, when one of the king's servants came up to Bulma.

"Miss Briefs?" Bulma nodded. "The king has told me to tell you that he wishes to be graced with your presence tonight at a formal dinner. In other words, he says if you don't come to dinner with him he'll kill you. Ok?" Bulma sighed and nodded.

"Thanks for the encouragement." The servant shrugged.

"Yeah, well, your gonna need it."

~ ~ ~

"Ah, Bulma. I'm so glad you could come," King Vegeta said with a plastic smile. Bulma's face remain emotionless and she only nodded. He went over the chair across the small little table, and pulled it out. Bulma sat down rigidly. "Loosen up, child, I need to talk to you about some of your more recent projects."

The servants came out with plates full of food, but Bulma only took a salad. The king ate half the table anyway.

"Aren't you going to eat anything?" Bulma looked down at her picked through salad.

"I'm fine." The kind shrugged and continued stuffing his face. He cleared his throat and sat back in his chair.

"So, how is that re-gen tank coming?" Bulma raised an eyebrow.

"Sire, I finished that a few months ago."

"Oh, well, how's you…uh, new one?"

"Fine," Bulma answered suspiciously. The king's smiling face turned suddenly cold.

"Let's cut the chat. Does my son ever talk to you?" Bulma inhaled, but not enough to be considered as a gasp.

"No…" she answered slowly. "Why?"

"You know perfectly why, you little bitch. He has too, I know he has. You better not because I can kill him in an instant."

Bulma secretly shook her head. He's been training 24/7. Yeah right, he is stronger then you think.

"You doubt me, I can tell. But tell me this, can he go super saiyan?" Bulma looked down at her salad again. She had read about that in a book somewhere, and it has just a legend. But she also remembered Vegeta telling her something about his life long goal was to become a super saiyan.

"I don't believe so." The king laughed cruelly.

"Oh, that's just too bad for the little snot, isn't it?"

"Why?"

"Because I can." Bulma looked at him with a little surprise. That couldn't be possible, could it? But before Bulma had a chance to say anything, he commented, "Now, go run along, you little whore. You just watch your loved ones." Bulma almost ran out of the room.

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Bulma shivered. "He defiantly scared me, and I think that's what his original intention was. He said I should 'watch my loved ones.' What do you think that means?" 18 shrugged.

"I don't know." Chichi rubbed her temples.

"I hope Veggie takes you as a mate soon so he can kill that creep. He is weird…" Bulma snorted and punched her friend lightly in the arm.

~ ~ ~

"Kakkarot! Are you finished setting the coordinates yet?" Vegeta yelled up the stairs.

"No! Jeez, hold on!" Vegeta shook his head.

"Hurry up!" Vegeta growled and walked over to his cot. He sat on the edge, and all of a sudden, felt a sharp pain in his chest. The pain went as soon as it came. ~ That was strange. I've only had that happen once… ~ All of a sudden, his eyes widened.

'Kakkarot! Set the coordinates as fast as you can!"

"Why?"

"Just because!" And he laid down as Krillin walked out of the bathroom.

"What's the matter?" Vegeta shook his head. "Aw, come on." Goku smiled happily as he bounced down the stairs.

"Ok, guys! I'm done!" He lowered his eyebrows when he say his friend. "What the matter?" Vegeta sighed.

"Fine, if you want to be so nosey. When I was five my mother was killed. I loved her so much I kind of formed a mental bond, not like a mate bond, but a family loved bond, and when ever she was in serious trouble, which was only once, I had a sharp pain in my chest. And I just felt it again." Both men were wide eyed as they listened.

"Aw man, that's bad…"

~ ~ ~

Bulma walked to Jenni's room and rapped on the door. No answer. She opened it and called for her. No answer. She shrugged and walked to the kitchen. No Jenni. Lab. No Jenni. Halls. No Jenni.

Bulma started to get worried and listed in her mind all the places she could be.

~ ~ ~

"Gosh, Bulma. What's the matter now?" Bulma came to the door panting.

"Where is Jenni?"

Mwah hahahahahahahahahahah etc. No, I'm not kidding or anything. Where is Jenni? What was the sharp pain Vegetable brain was feeling? What is the world coming to????????????????? Oh hey…Jen? The real Jen that reviews my stories. This isn't why I'm saying sorry…I bet you didn't see that coming…hehe. Well, maybe you did. I'm not that sudden at things. Well, sorry this was out so late, I was getting lazy and camp and…you know. The stress of life. Ja!

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