Author: Chibi Tenshi Senchi
Disclaimer: What you think… LOL I don't own DBZ.
Paring: Some Goku and Chichi …:P
Saga: *blink* Really, I have no idea…
Summary: What more can I say… Oh yes… One girl gets a visit ^-~
Important Note: Okay, This Androids/ Cell never really happened. Bulma and Chichi ages are different as well.
Chichi: 61
Bulma: 64
There will be other different things that you'll see as well. BUT NOTE: NEITHER BRA NOR PAN HAVE BEEN BORN! Gohan and Goten's ages are only eight years apart. Both Bulma and Chichi had them later than normal.
Goten: 16
Trunks: 16 (Will be turning 17 in a matter of time)
Gohan: 25 (Still lives at home but is going to college, has not met up with Videl… YET)
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Chapter One: Troubles
She placed the food on the stove, knowing that in a matter of minutes all three of them would be up and devouring the provisions. Hopefully, there would be enough for her to eat as well. Her black hair was actually down for once and fell down her shoulders, coinciding with her black eyes, which were as bright as they had ever been. In contrast, though, her skin showed the many signs of old age. She groaned for a moment, her hands ached. Maybe she used them too much?
"HI MOM!" Gohan's voice broke through her deep thoughts. Chichi looked up quickly, as her eyes sparkled. It was always good to see her children, for they cheered her up.
Returning the smile he was giving her she spoke. "Good morning Gohan. I see you beat every one this morning." Gohan grinned but as if someone held up a cue card Goten came flying down the stairs with a very large Goku behind him. They nearly tripped over each other before reaching their seats.
"Good Morning Mom!"
"HI CHICHI! WHAT'S FOR BREAKFAST?" Goku screamed. She rolled her eyes in response.
"No screaming at the table, and Gohan you known better!" Hissing at her older son, she frowned when she caught him swatting at his younger brother. Teasing as always.
"Sorry Mom."
Chichi slowly and carefully place one bowl at a time onto the table, glaring at each one of them when they were about grab it. It took about four minutes for her to place everything on the table. Once she was finished, she moved away and coughed.
"You can eat now."
Frowning Chichi turned around, after living with them for so long she still didn't want to see them eat. She could hear Goku make an attempt to compliment her on the food, but it came out as "Eow Greatte oood bevery."
"Eat with your mouth closed. For Kami's sake, I've been telling you that for YEARS." He quickly swallowed it down.
"I said, this food is great."
"I know what you said."
"Are you okay?"
"Fine."
Goku blinked, but went back to his food. Like usual, everyone pretty much finished within seconds. Well, aside from Chichi who stood there with a highly amused look on her face. She was still shocked at how much those men could eat. It didn't take them long to finish the food and to ask for seconds.
"So what are you three planning on doing today?"
"Oh! I'm going to train with Gohan, Dad and Mr. Piccolo, and tomorrow I'm going to go over and hang out with Trunks." Chichi shot him a warning glare.
"What about your studies? I have been letting you slack off on that for a while," she began. "I don't want you turning into a… err…you know what I mean."
"Ah, well, I'll study tomorrow," began Goten.
"I thought you were going over to Trunks' tomorrow?"
"… Me and Trunks are going to study together."
"Really?"
"Yep, and Trunks is going to have his birthday party next month." Gohan and Goku looked up for a moment in surprise.
"I thought Trunks' birthday was at the end of this month?" Gohan inquired.
"It is! But Bulma-san has a meeting on that day, and the day after, and then she said something about taking a break for a day after that."
"Wow! And I thought I had a busy schedule." Shocked that Bulma would be doing that much, Chichi exclaimed her surprise. Well, then again, she shouldn't have been that surprised. After Bulma's father and mother passed away, she had been loaded with the whole company and its challenges. Chichi had even asked Bulma if she wanted to go out, but Bulma refused politely each time, stating that she had project after project to finish. Hopefully, she could handle it all.
"What about you Chi," Goku began, "you're not going to stay at home ALL day again and clean are you?"
"Nope! Not today. I'm going out. I'm old you know. I have to get out more before I die." Everyone blinked in astonishment.
"Chichi you're not old," was Goku's first word. Chichi shot him a glare.
"Yes I AM Goku," she growled under her breath. Her mood suddenly shifted along with her eyes. "Look at me." Goku blinked, gazing at his wife from head to toe. Gohan and Goten did the same thing, yet not seeing anything wrong.
"Err… Chichi? There's nothing wrong. You look pretty, like you always have." Goku's reassuring grin lit the room, and brightened the mood.
"Yeah mom, you look like you always have," Gohan and Goten both added.
Chichi sat there, mouth ajar and eyes twitching. Could they not see the wrinkling on her face… on her entire body? Her hands, her legs, anything? Not only that, but she was gray! Gray! Completely gray. She conceded that there were numerous black strings here and there, but the bottom line was that she was old.
"Thank you." She forced a smile. "I'm going to fix my own food now, then get ready. You guys should go and wash up as well."
"OKAY!" They all screamed in union, darting from the table, although Goku was kind enough to stop and plant a butterfly kiss on her cheek. She couldn't help but give a real smile after that.
~*~
"Ms. Briefs, I don't understand how you plan to do this…---" Omonti Gastou began. Bulma glanced up at him for a brief second. How many times had she clarified to these people that they were in no danger of losing their jobs? Evidently, telling them did no good, as they continued to call useless meeting about it. They couldn't leave her alone. Maybe I should fire them all. She grinned at the thought, but decided that the morale loss would cause more problems at the Corporation.
"I have told ALL of you MANY TIMES," she screamed. "I do not like to lose my temper, but ALL of you are making it worse for me. I will explain this to you again. And, slowly this time. I will not sign the agreement with Goble Star. I am NOT an idiot. Sure, I'm old, but I am not stupid."
"But Ms. Briefs, that is not the only thing we are worrying about," began another man. She glared murderously at him, whose name was Sati. Bulma silently wondered why he'd be worried about anything. He was in no position to take a fall, no matter the direction of the company.
"Well, Sir. Tell me," she hissed. "Tell me what you are worried about."
"W-We are worried about the fact that no new item has been fashioned. We have not had any innovations, and we fear that Goble Star will over take Capsule Corporation. It is very possible at the rate we're going."
Bulma's eyes twitched as her heart rate rose. Calm down girl, you don't want to have a heart attack do you? How could this be so difficult?
Well, she understood the fact that with her parents gone that it would become harder, due to her new position as president and chairperson of the Board. Her father had pressured to assume the role of president. Deep down, she hadn't wanted to take on that responsibility, and hated him for making her. Later, she found herself pressuring Trunks as well, telling him how he needed to work hard so that he could eventually take over the business.
After Bulma realized what she had been doing, she stopped. After she had relieved the pressure, Trunks had been so happy that he hugged her and ran to Goten's to inform him of the good news.
"Hello? Ms. Briefs, we really need your attention. Are you okay?" Sati's voice broke through her deep thoughts. She growled low in her throat, as a scowl planted itself on her face.
"I hear you. Sorry. Anyway, I have told you once, and I'll tell you again. I have a plan, and I'm not worried, therefore you shouldn't be."
"But Miss Briefs… MISS BRIEFS," one member screamed as he discovered her rising from her seat and exiting the conference room.
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She needed a break. Desperately. Moments later, she heard a tap on the glass. Grinning, she got up from her seat and went to the window to find a lavender haired boy smiling at her from the outside. Reaching for the locks, she opened the window, and let her son in.
"Hey mom!"
"How's my almost grown boy?"
"Great," he responded, giving her a hug.
"Now… why are you here and WHY didn't you use the door? People will freak out if they see you flying," she lightly scolded.
"Ha… I forgot. Err… but I'm here cause dad wants you home now." He coughed. "It's past dinner, and he's demanding his food. To be frank, it's driving me insane. You know how he gets, and it's buggin' me."
She rolled her eyes in disgust. That man still couldn't do anything for himself. Stupid idiot. Bulma suddenly grinned. "Thanks for coming. I'm having a bad day anyhow. I'm wish I had accepted Chichi's deal yesterday and gone out."
"Oh. Maybe she'll go out later. You do need a break though. You work too hard."
"I agree. Say, maybe we'll be able to have your party on time instead of next month. It might not hurt if I find a way to take some days off."
"Good idea. And how about I have you ride back home?"
Bulma blinked and nodded. That would probably easier, so she wouldn't have to deal with those foolish people when she left. "Sure baby. Let me get my stuff." Trunks nodded watching his mother turn back to her desk. He paused for a few moments before speaking.
"Mom, on the way here I ran into this weird guy…"
"Really? What happened?"
"Nothing, really. It's just that I couldn't feel anything from him. It was… strange. I told Dad, but he err… told me I was a insane half breed." Bulma paused, and glanced at Trunks, her bag and purse hanging from her shoulders. "Tell me… what do you mean you couldn't feel anything?"
"I mean his ki. He had no ki. I don't understand it. EVERYTHING has a ki! Except, he didn't." Confusion was written all over his face.
~*~
Chichi glanced at the dress before her. It was bright red spaghetti straps with glitter. Too much glitter. Too red, also. Placing it back on its hanger, she searched the rack disinterestedly, not able to find anything that pleased her taste. Either it was too flashy, or too dull, or just too damned short!
"AGH! I swear nothing suits me. I'm not that old!" The store's customers turned, staring at her as she spoke out loud to no one in particular. Narrowed her eyes, she wound up. "WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT?" Immediately, they turned away. She frowned, and turned back around, looking over the clothing once more.
"This suits you," a cold voice said from behind. She jumped, and spun around only to find a man dressed in black, his hair the same deep shade. His eyes glanced toward a blue spandex suit hanging on the racket. He picked it up, and handed it to her, while a smirk appeared on his face as she looked at the suit as if was fire in his hands.
"What's wrong? I don't bite, and I don't believe it does either."
"Err…" She took it, forcing a smile onto her face. Something wasn't right, her mind screamed. She couldn't feel anything from him, not even heat. "Thank you… but it's not really my type."
His eyes narrowed for a brief second. "Really? I thought you'd look wonderful in it." Chichi took note that his tone never changed, not even to add inflections.
"I- umm… thank you, but I've been out all day." Chichi coughed. "I really have to go. It's late. But it was nice talking to you. You're very kind." She backed away from him.
"Good bye."
~*~
Seventeen watched in amusement as the older woman stalked off. She wasn't stupid, and it wasn't easy to find her. He had been to her home, but when he found that she wasn't there, it had taken him all day. He had been dwelling on going after the other one first, due to the fact that she was known by more people, and therefore easier to find.
Gero would be surprised to find that there are people on this planet with high kis. Higher than he thought existed. He saw that boy watching him, probably taking note to the fact that he had no ki whatsoever.
Suddenly, his smirk widened as he thought of his target. She thought she was going home… Huh. She'd never make it home.
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YES! I got this out. YIPPEE! *grins* I really hope you like it, and thank you guys for the reviews. They made me so happy. I hope you like this as well! I will try and get the next chapter out soon!
On the next episode of WereCats: Chichi is missing. Bulma is attacked and…I can't say any more or I'll ruin it. *grins* I'm insane! AAAAAHHHHHHHH *cough*
P.S. READ DRAGON BALL (THE REAL SAGA) WILL BE VERY LONG WITH GIRLS KICKIN'
BUTT AND ROMANCE THAT YOU WILL LOVE! JUST TRY IT OUT!!!!!
Beta's PS: You like Drama? And Trunks and Vegeta? Go read "Cleaving of Emotion" by SkittleKicks.
Disclaimer: What you think… LOL I don't own DBZ.
Paring: Some Goku and Chichi …:P
Saga: *blink* Really, I have no idea…
Summary: What more can I say… Oh yes… One girl gets a visit ^-~
Important Note: Okay, This Androids/ Cell never really happened. Bulma and Chichi ages are different as well.
Chichi: 61
Bulma: 64
There will be other different things that you'll see as well. BUT NOTE: NEITHER BRA NOR PAN HAVE BEEN BORN! Gohan and Goten's ages are only eight years apart. Both Bulma and Chichi had them later than normal.
Goten: 16
Trunks: 16 (Will be turning 17 in a matter of time)
Gohan: 25 (Still lives at home but is going to college, has not met up with Videl… YET)
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Chapter One: Troubles
She placed the food on the stove, knowing that in a matter of minutes all three of them would be up and devouring the provisions. Hopefully, there would be enough for her to eat as well. Her black hair was actually down for once and fell down her shoulders, coinciding with her black eyes, which were as bright as they had ever been. In contrast, though, her skin showed the many signs of old age. She groaned for a moment, her hands ached. Maybe she used them too much?
"HI MOM!" Gohan's voice broke through her deep thoughts. Chichi looked up quickly, as her eyes sparkled. It was always good to see her children, for they cheered her up.
Returning the smile he was giving her she spoke. "Good morning Gohan. I see you beat every one this morning." Gohan grinned but as if someone held up a cue card Goten came flying down the stairs with a very large Goku behind him. They nearly tripped over each other before reaching their seats.
"Good Morning Mom!"
"HI CHICHI! WHAT'S FOR BREAKFAST?" Goku screamed. She rolled her eyes in response.
"No screaming at the table, and Gohan you known better!" Hissing at her older son, she frowned when she caught him swatting at his younger brother. Teasing as always.
"Sorry Mom."
Chichi slowly and carefully place one bowl at a time onto the table, glaring at each one of them when they were about grab it. It took about four minutes for her to place everything on the table. Once she was finished, she moved away and coughed.
"You can eat now."
Frowning Chichi turned around, after living with them for so long she still didn't want to see them eat. She could hear Goku make an attempt to compliment her on the food, but it came out as "Eow Greatte oood bevery."
"Eat with your mouth closed. For Kami's sake, I've been telling you that for YEARS." He quickly swallowed it down.
"I said, this food is great."
"I know what you said."
"Are you okay?"
"Fine."
Goku blinked, but went back to his food. Like usual, everyone pretty much finished within seconds. Well, aside from Chichi who stood there with a highly amused look on her face. She was still shocked at how much those men could eat. It didn't take them long to finish the food and to ask for seconds.
"So what are you three planning on doing today?"
"Oh! I'm going to train with Gohan, Dad and Mr. Piccolo, and tomorrow I'm going to go over and hang out with Trunks." Chichi shot him a warning glare.
"What about your studies? I have been letting you slack off on that for a while," she began. "I don't want you turning into a… err…you know what I mean."
"Ah, well, I'll study tomorrow," began Goten.
"I thought you were going over to Trunks' tomorrow?"
"… Me and Trunks are going to study together."
"Really?"
"Yep, and Trunks is going to have his birthday party next month." Gohan and Goku looked up for a moment in surprise.
"I thought Trunks' birthday was at the end of this month?" Gohan inquired.
"It is! But Bulma-san has a meeting on that day, and the day after, and then she said something about taking a break for a day after that."
"Wow! And I thought I had a busy schedule." Shocked that Bulma would be doing that much, Chichi exclaimed her surprise. Well, then again, she shouldn't have been that surprised. After Bulma's father and mother passed away, she had been loaded with the whole company and its challenges. Chichi had even asked Bulma if she wanted to go out, but Bulma refused politely each time, stating that she had project after project to finish. Hopefully, she could handle it all.
"What about you Chi," Goku began, "you're not going to stay at home ALL day again and clean are you?"
"Nope! Not today. I'm going out. I'm old you know. I have to get out more before I die." Everyone blinked in astonishment.
"Chichi you're not old," was Goku's first word. Chichi shot him a glare.
"Yes I AM Goku," she growled under her breath. Her mood suddenly shifted along with her eyes. "Look at me." Goku blinked, gazing at his wife from head to toe. Gohan and Goten did the same thing, yet not seeing anything wrong.
"Err… Chichi? There's nothing wrong. You look pretty, like you always have." Goku's reassuring grin lit the room, and brightened the mood.
"Yeah mom, you look like you always have," Gohan and Goten both added.
Chichi sat there, mouth ajar and eyes twitching. Could they not see the wrinkling on her face… on her entire body? Her hands, her legs, anything? Not only that, but she was gray! Gray! Completely gray. She conceded that there were numerous black strings here and there, but the bottom line was that she was old.
"Thank you." She forced a smile. "I'm going to fix my own food now, then get ready. You guys should go and wash up as well."
"OKAY!" They all screamed in union, darting from the table, although Goku was kind enough to stop and plant a butterfly kiss on her cheek. She couldn't help but give a real smile after that.
~*~
"Ms. Briefs, I don't understand how you plan to do this…---" Omonti Gastou began. Bulma glanced up at him for a brief second. How many times had she clarified to these people that they were in no danger of losing their jobs? Evidently, telling them did no good, as they continued to call useless meeting about it. They couldn't leave her alone. Maybe I should fire them all. She grinned at the thought, but decided that the morale loss would cause more problems at the Corporation.
"I have told ALL of you MANY TIMES," she screamed. "I do not like to lose my temper, but ALL of you are making it worse for me. I will explain this to you again. And, slowly this time. I will not sign the agreement with Goble Star. I am NOT an idiot. Sure, I'm old, but I am not stupid."
"But Ms. Briefs, that is not the only thing we are worrying about," began another man. She glared murderously at him, whose name was Sati. Bulma silently wondered why he'd be worried about anything. He was in no position to take a fall, no matter the direction of the company.
"Well, Sir. Tell me," she hissed. "Tell me what you are worried about."
"W-We are worried about the fact that no new item has been fashioned. We have not had any innovations, and we fear that Goble Star will over take Capsule Corporation. It is very possible at the rate we're going."
Bulma's eyes twitched as her heart rate rose. Calm down girl, you don't want to have a heart attack do you? How could this be so difficult?
Well, she understood the fact that with her parents gone that it would become harder, due to her new position as president and chairperson of the Board. Her father had pressured to assume the role of president. Deep down, she hadn't wanted to take on that responsibility, and hated him for making her. Later, she found herself pressuring Trunks as well, telling him how he needed to work hard so that he could eventually take over the business.
After Bulma realized what she had been doing, she stopped. After she had relieved the pressure, Trunks had been so happy that he hugged her and ran to Goten's to inform him of the good news.
"Hello? Ms. Briefs, we really need your attention. Are you okay?" Sati's voice broke through her deep thoughts. She growled low in her throat, as a scowl planted itself on her face.
"I hear you. Sorry. Anyway, I have told you once, and I'll tell you again. I have a plan, and I'm not worried, therefore you shouldn't be."
"But Miss Briefs… MISS BRIEFS," one member screamed as he discovered her rising from her seat and exiting the conference room.
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She needed a break. Desperately. Moments later, she heard a tap on the glass. Grinning, she got up from her seat and went to the window to find a lavender haired boy smiling at her from the outside. Reaching for the locks, she opened the window, and let her son in.
"Hey mom!"
"How's my almost grown boy?"
"Great," he responded, giving her a hug.
"Now… why are you here and WHY didn't you use the door? People will freak out if they see you flying," she lightly scolded.
"Ha… I forgot. Err… but I'm here cause dad wants you home now." He coughed. "It's past dinner, and he's demanding his food. To be frank, it's driving me insane. You know how he gets, and it's buggin' me."
She rolled her eyes in disgust. That man still couldn't do anything for himself. Stupid idiot. Bulma suddenly grinned. "Thanks for coming. I'm having a bad day anyhow. I'm wish I had accepted Chichi's deal yesterday and gone out."
"Oh. Maybe she'll go out later. You do need a break though. You work too hard."
"I agree. Say, maybe we'll be able to have your party on time instead of next month. It might not hurt if I find a way to take some days off."
"Good idea. And how about I have you ride back home?"
Bulma blinked and nodded. That would probably easier, so she wouldn't have to deal with those foolish people when she left. "Sure baby. Let me get my stuff." Trunks nodded watching his mother turn back to her desk. He paused for a few moments before speaking.
"Mom, on the way here I ran into this weird guy…"
"Really? What happened?"
"Nothing, really. It's just that I couldn't feel anything from him. It was… strange. I told Dad, but he err… told me I was a insane half breed." Bulma paused, and glanced at Trunks, her bag and purse hanging from her shoulders. "Tell me… what do you mean you couldn't feel anything?"
"I mean his ki. He had no ki. I don't understand it. EVERYTHING has a ki! Except, he didn't." Confusion was written all over his face.
~*~
Chichi glanced at the dress before her. It was bright red spaghetti straps with glitter. Too much glitter. Too red, also. Placing it back on its hanger, she searched the rack disinterestedly, not able to find anything that pleased her taste. Either it was too flashy, or too dull, or just too damned short!
"AGH! I swear nothing suits me. I'm not that old!" The store's customers turned, staring at her as she spoke out loud to no one in particular. Narrowed her eyes, she wound up. "WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT?" Immediately, they turned away. She frowned, and turned back around, looking over the clothing once more.
"This suits you," a cold voice said from behind. She jumped, and spun around only to find a man dressed in black, his hair the same deep shade. His eyes glanced toward a blue spandex suit hanging on the racket. He picked it up, and handed it to her, while a smirk appeared on his face as she looked at the suit as if was fire in his hands.
"What's wrong? I don't bite, and I don't believe it does either."
"Err…" She took it, forcing a smile onto her face. Something wasn't right, her mind screamed. She couldn't feel anything from him, not even heat. "Thank you… but it's not really my type."
His eyes narrowed for a brief second. "Really? I thought you'd look wonderful in it." Chichi took note that his tone never changed, not even to add inflections.
"I- umm… thank you, but I've been out all day." Chichi coughed. "I really have to go. It's late. But it was nice talking to you. You're very kind." She backed away from him.
"Good bye."
~*~
Seventeen watched in amusement as the older woman stalked off. She wasn't stupid, and it wasn't easy to find her. He had been to her home, but when he found that she wasn't there, it had taken him all day. He had been dwelling on going after the other one first, due to the fact that she was known by more people, and therefore easier to find.
Gero would be surprised to find that there are people on this planet with high kis. Higher than he thought existed. He saw that boy watching him, probably taking note to the fact that he had no ki whatsoever.
Suddenly, his smirk widened as he thought of his target. She thought she was going home… Huh. She'd never make it home.
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YES! I got this out. YIPPEE! *grins* I really hope you like it, and thank you guys for the reviews. They made me so happy. I hope you like this as well! I will try and get the next chapter out soon!
On the next episode of WereCats: Chichi is missing. Bulma is attacked and…I can't say any more or I'll ruin it. *grins* I'm insane! AAAAAHHHHHHHH *cough*
P.S. READ DRAGON BALL (THE REAL SAGA) WILL BE VERY LONG WITH GIRLS KICKIN'
BUTT AND ROMANCE THAT YOU WILL LOVE! JUST TRY IT OUT!!!!!
Beta's PS: You like Drama? And Trunks and Vegeta? Go read "Cleaving of Emotion" by SkittleKicks.