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A Long Hot Summer Chapter fiveBulma was probably the biggest shopaholic on Earth, but that evening she was glad she could lie on the couch and watch TV. Yeran had been a little uncomfortable at first; nevertheless it didn't take long before she got the hang of shopping. She also proved that she had a good taste in clothing and they'd arrived home with a lot of stuff. It could have been a nice day, if only Yeran had been a more talkative person. While they were looking for clothes, that hadn't been so obvious, but during lunch there had been a most unpleasant silence between them. Bulma sighed. 'I'm astounded she has at least joined me watching those soaps,' she thought, when she tried to pay more attention to the two lovebirds on the telly. For a moment they both watched in peace, but of course the prince of terror disturbed them.
"What kind of shit are you watching? Probably those sentimental onna programs again. I'd expected that of you, onna." He gave Bulma a foul look. "But YOU?
"That stuff is kinda good if you want to know something about the ways of the ningen." Yeran answered without moving her eyes away from the screen. "And because it looks like I'm stuck on this backwater planet for a while…"
She didn't have to finish her sentence. Vegeta got the message and snorted, trying to cover his embarrassment. "Well, I've got better things to do than watching that crap. I'm going to train. Care to join me?"
This drew her attention and she stood up to follow her niichan. Bulma didn't like this at all.
"You're just finished beating up one and are starting on the next victim immediately! Where's Trunks anyway? In hospital again?"
"Don't scream like that, onna. Why do you wonder why I can't stand being around you for more than ten minutes." Vegeta growled. "The brat is in his room, sleeping. Nothing wrong with him, just worn out."
Then the two siblings exited the room, before Bulma could throw any more comments at them, leaving her musing behind. She was totally pissed, thinking about a way to get her revenge, until she recalled something Yeran said and suddenly a great idea started developing in her mind.
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Yeran just came out of the shower when she saw her brother's mate standing in her room.
"Hey, what are you doing here?" She asked a bit irritated. "Had enough of Vegeta and were looking if his sister might perhaps be able to satisfy you."
Bulma almost bit her tongue off in order not to throw some snappy remark back. 'Easy Bulma, easy. If you lose your temper your little plan will fail without doubt."
"No," she said as calm as possible. "I came to ask you something. You're interested in Chickyuu and the people, aren't you?"
"A bit," Yeran muttered hesitant. "I think the ningen and their habits are, well, kinda awkward."
"I already noticed that," Bulma said, pleased with herself. "So I wondered if you might want me to teach you."
"Teach me," Yeran reaction was startled and annoyed at the same time. "My grandmother raised me well and my brother is taking care of my training."
"No, no, don't get me wrong. I was talking about an education, you know, going to school with other pupils and learning different subjects. I think you're very intelligent and maybe you could enter High School this autumn."
The black-haired girl stood there for a second, pondering what to do. After a few seconds she shrugged. "I guess there's no wrong in trying. If you want this so badly, you can give it a go."
"OK," Bulma laughed and thought: 'way to go girl. You proved again that you're, next to smart; also quite excel in dealing with people.' "And I have another question: do you speak the language of the Saiya-jin."
"Of course I speak Saiya. What a stupid question." Yeran responded haughtily.
"Then would you please learn it to Trunks. That would mean a lot to him and to me."
"No problem, but…" Yeran frowned. "Do you mean that Vegeta hasn't taught it to him yet?"
"No, as far as I know not. If he did, I would've seen it."
"I see, now would you please excuse me? I'm tired and want to go to bed now." The oujo asked.
When Bulma left the room, she could hear her say: "How weird, why would he do that?" That made the blue-haired woman even more confused than all the occurrences that day.
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The next day during their workout, Yeran decided to ask Vegeta about this.
"Niichan, can I ask you something?"
"Anything you like as long as you don't make me loose count." Vegeta, who was trying to break his record in doing 1-finger push-ups.
"Why did you name your son Trunks?"
"I didn't, the onna came up with it. I was gone when she spawned the brat and so I didn't have anything to say in the matter."
"Why didn't you tell her then. She would've understood that it's tradition to call the heir of the royal bloodline Vegeta."
"That was not the problem! It doesn't really matter what his name is anyway. Vegeta-sei is vanished and the Saiya-jins are almost extinct. We two are all what's left of our species, as well as our bloodline. Besides, if you care so much about tradition anyway, you should know that the prince royal should be a pureblooded Saiya-jin and not some half-breed of a weak species."
"So that's the reason why you don't take part in the tutoring of your son and never show him any affection. He's just not good enough for you." This statement could have been brought in an angry, emotional way, but Yeran declared it in her own icy, unmoved manner, so it seemed like she was showing someone the way or reading to weather forecast.
"I do participate in raising the brat. I do teach him about his Saiya-jin side, so he'll know what's happening when he comes in touch with it. But I don't see the benefit of raising him as the heir of a race that'll be dead by the time he grows up."
"It could have a lot of benefits if you did. These crossbreeds are better warriors than a lot of pureblooded Saiya-jins. In a few generations their numbers could be large enough to take over the universe, especially now the Cold Empire has come to an end. If you make Trunks their leader, House Vegeta would live on."
"It would be a possibility, but you're forgetting one small detail. It's true that our genes are dominant over that of the ningen and therefore our offspring resembles us in many ways. But they're not exactly the same, so they often don't understand the motives that thrive us. If you take Kakkarot's oldest brat for example: he has never been able to identify himself with the genuine bloodlust that overtook his father and me during battle. Now he's become a silly book nerd and a future scholar. They do not crave for war and violence as we do and simply don't desire world dominion. They don't see the reason not to adjust to Chickyuu society and will blend in smoothly and forget about their heritance as time passes."
"I don't believe you. I think it's the fact that he was raised according to the norms and values of the ningen. If the boy would have grown up between Saiya-jin, he would love the thrill of a good fight more than anyone else."
"If you'd like to think so…" Vegeta said condescending. "Kakkarot's oldest is heading this way with his mother and brother. Why don't you go and find out for yourself?"
"I sense them too and I certainly will talk to him," Yeran smirked and finished her series of crouches, stood up and went to her room in order to take a quick shower.
Vegeta watched her until she disappeared inside the Capsule Corp. building. 'You certainly are quite a little fighter, my little sister. If you were able to drop that cold façade of you more easily, it wasn't necessary for me to help you achieve the level of Super Saiya-jin. You'd have transformed a long time ago. To bad Kakkarot is already dead. Your offspring would have been the strongest in the universe. Blasted girl, you come up with things where I'd rather not think about AND I have to start with those stupid sit-ups again. I can't believe I actually did loose count.'
Gomen – nasai. It took me some time to come up with this chapter, because I suffered from a major writer's block (I can almost hear you think: 'A writer's block. That's pretty soon.') I know it is, but getting no reviews isn't really stimulating me to write more. So please review. On the other hand, if I'd update more often, I'd probably get more reviews. That gives one something to think about, ne? (thinks very hard en suddenly gets a light bolt moment). I know, I know, we'll make a compromise: If I'll update once every week or preferably more often, you'll review. That's sounds kinda good ne?
Well, since you're all gonna update, I want you to think about this: is it okay for Yeran to call Veggie niichan (I'm kinda concerned about the chan-part) and if yes, what's little sister in Japanese. So please review or mail to she_devil13nl@yahoo.com