Disclaimer: Everyone has some character to help him/her to liven up this disclaimer some more. But I don't own DBZ and Yeran isn't very eager to help me, so I guess I have to do it on my own.

A Long Hot Summer

Chapter 6

"Welcome, I was expecting you. It took you some time to come here though."

Chichi and her sons all leapt a hole into the air. They weren't anticipating a welcome committee other than Trunks. They were startled that it was not him, but the Vegeta-sei princess that stood, with her arms crossed, leaning against the wall.

"Well, won't you introduce me to your mother? I believe we haven't met before, have we?"

"No, you haven't," Gohan said a bit cranky, because she had been able to scare him. "Kaasan, this is Yeran, Yeran no oujo," he added after a foul look of the princess herself. "Yeran–sama, this is my Okaasan Chichi."

"Pleased to meet you, Yeran-ouji," Chichi said, hoping desperately that this girl wouldn't prove to be as bad or even worse than her older brother.

"I assume you've come to see my brother's mate," Yeran smiled, showing that she could have royal manners if she wished so. You could see that she enjoyed her little victory over Gohan. Then she said to Goten: "And you're probably here for my nephew. I'm sorry, but I absolutely don't know where he could be."

"I know, I know where he is," Goten grinned. "I can make him come here in less than ten seconds." He formed his hands into a claxon in front of his mouth and yelled in a remarkable loud voice: "Trunks, TRUNKS. GET YOUR ASS OUT OF BED AND GET IT OVER HERE RIGHT NOW."

He cringed as his mother glared daggers at him due to his use of language, but it seemed to have worked. The purple haired kid stood in no time before them, still rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

"Hey wazzup Goten, good day Chichi-san, Gohan-san. Ferwez markyu Yeran-sama."

While the Sons were wondering if Trunks might have lost his mind, Yeran smiled and was secretly proud of her bright student. That morning at 6.00 A.M., just before the boy would start his daily training with Vegeta, she had told him about her decision to learn him Saiya. He had been enthusiastic as soon as he heard her proposal and had begged her to say something to her in her native language. She had greeted him in the traditional Saiya-jin way, which meant: 'may we say this again tomorrow'. Trunks first thought this was very strange, just like the visitors that came to Vegeta-sei, when the planet still existed. They had laughed about this custom behind the back of the Saiya-jins. But these were people, who weren't familiar with the culture of the warrior race, where every day could be your last. She had explained this to him and told that there were of course many other ways to say goodbye to another, but this was dependant of the others class and sex, so she had chosen this one.

Yeran and Gohan remained outside after Trunks and Goten had flown of and Bulma had come to invite Chichi in to have coffee. Yeran had already decided how she should bring this subject into their conversation, smiled at Gohan and said:

"I'm sorry, I think you probably came here to spar with my brother, but he told me he wanted to train alone today. I guess you have to hang out with me today. I hope you don't mind though."

"No, no, it doesn't matter to me. I can spar with you too if you want to."

He tried to hide his uneasiness with the unknown girl. A regular human wouldn't have noticed anything of this, but she detected with her ascended Saiya-jin senses his weak knees and the fact that he didn't really looked into her eyes. She sniggered to herself and made a mental note of this for a time that she might use this attraction against him. But that wasn't her intention at the moment; she had chosen to follow a different route in order to get to know him better and was planning to follow it. So she sat her usual unemotional mask of and acted like the vulnerable girl that had just landed in a totally strange place.

 "Yeah, I would love to do that, but not now, later. I first want to get to know more about you and Chickyuu. This planet is totally strange to me and I find it difficult to get along with the ningen."

Gohan became more relaxed due to this question and told her a lot about his home world as they sat in the shadow of a giant tree. Yeran was genuinely interested in the awkward ways of the ningen and she noticed that the teen had a keen mind and was a good storyteller. He didn't suspect that her question served another purpose though.

After he had told her about the huge wealth differences between people and how charities came up for the rights of them, she saw her chance and took it immediately:

"I don't understand why people care that much about those losers anyway."

"Well, because it's the fault of the richer continents that they're so poor in a way. Every person is equal and has certain rights."

"They just have to accept that they were born that way and stop whining so much. On Vegeta-sei we had lots of different classes, but there was no need for us to help them. They managed to survive."

"Well, you're not on Vegeta-sei now. We believe that we should stand up for the weaker on here," Gohan said, irritated by her indifferent and careless attitude.

"Yes, but I still am a Saiya-jin. Our culture, just as the one of most other species, acknowledges the fact that the fittest survive. Weaker individuals endanger others, especially when they try to help them."

"Well, I'm truly glad that I live here and am not so unsympathetic that I refuse to help people who need it."

"That's what humans think. But you're half Saiya-jin, your genes tell you otherwise."

"Being Saiya-jin has nothing to do with it. This is about free choice and the way you were raised."

"O, it certainly has. We weren't called a warrior race for nothing."

"I don't believe anything of that. I myself don't want to hurt people and laugh while doing that. And that has nothing to do with genes. There are also a lot of violent ningen."

"How would you know? You don't even know where you're talking about. You deny your Saiya-jin side, because you don't know anything about it and are afraid of it."

"I'm not afraid of it. How do you expect me to make an objective judgment when I just don't know anything about my father's race? No-one ever thought it was necessary to tell me about it." Yeran smiled, she had Gohan right on the place where she wanted him.

"Indeed. You can't. I'm teaching Trunks about his heritance right now. I don't mind to teach you at the same time." Yeran smiled her most innocent little girl's smile.

"Fine, give your best shot. You'll see that I was right," Gohan said angry.

"I will. OK, wanna spar now," she smiled, while she already took of to a safer place.

This was chapter 6. It's not is good as I hoped it would be, but that's because I'm in a hurry. The next one will follow a bit later, because I'm going on holiday. That doesn't mean you don't have to review or mail: she_devil13nl@yahoo.com you know the routine.