Nappa flipped through the channels accompanied by a few bags of chips. He found a film where two lovers were embracing. He chuckled and had a sip of his beer. He knew where this would lead! The man was leading the woman into his bedroom, and...

"UNCLE NAPPA!" Lemon leaped onto his lap and hugged him tightly around the neck, "I'm home now so let's go fight! PLEEEEEEASE?!"

Tears of disappointment dwelled in Nappa's eyes as he clicked the "off" button on the remote, just as the man was undressing the woman. He sighed and patted the spunky teen's head. "Alright sour girl, let's go." He got up and swung her around so he was piggy-backing her, "Today... you should try some armor... just for kicks."

"Armor?"

"Yup... you can wear your father's." Nappa led her up to the attic and retrieved Raditz's and his own Saiyan battle armor.

"Yuck. It's ugly." She giggled and stuck her tongue out.

"Sorry they didn't come in pink and purple." Nappa chuckled.

"How will I fit into that? How did dad fit into that? And for that matter... how are YOU going to fit into that?" She pointed to the small armor.

He set her down and took off his shirt. She watched as the armor stretched and fit his every curve and muscle.

"Wow! Elastic! Can woman wear it too?"

"If your asking whether it'll crush women's chests, no. It's expands to almost any size. And besides," he chuckled, "Even if it DID crush women's chests, you'd be perfectly safe." He poked one of her under-developed breasts.

"NAPPA!" She smacked his hand away angrilly. She snatched the armor and slid it on. "Hey!" She laughed, "A perfect fit!"

"Naturally." Nappa chuckled again.

Lemon kicked him in the shin, which had no effect on him.

They took Raditz and left Zitrone to cook supper. She waved at them with a wooden spoon in her hand and an apron around her waist. "Have fun and be careful!"



They landed in an open meadow full of grass and flowers. They sparred until Lemon grew tired. Lemon took the armor off and threw it to her father. Underneath she wore her blue school uniform skirt and a purple T-shirt.

"Time to go back sweetheart." Raditz picked his worn-out daughter up and piggy-backed her.

"'Kay daddy..." She smiled.



The week progressed in the same manner until Friday night. Trunks and Lemon's friendship had grown day by day. He walked her home, sometimes they flew. Bra walked home alone alot. However today, Trunks decided to kick things into overdrive. He invited her over for a movie, knowing his parents would be out until God knows what time, and Bra was spending the night with Marron and Pan.

The doorbell rang and Lemon stood there wearing her usually attire, blue school uniform skirt, her favorite purple T-shirt, pink sneakers and pink headband with a silver star. Her hair was in it's usually low pigtails, and her usually bright smile was spread across her face.

"Come in..." Trunks smirked.

Lemon entered into a silent atmosphere. "Wow... it's quiet... Is everyone asleep already?"

"Nope." He shut the door. "Nobody's here but us."

"Oh... Where are your parents?"

"Out..." He walked towards her.

"Oh..."

"Sit down..." He gestured to the sofa.

"Oh yeah! We should start the movie!" She hopped onto the sofa giggling.

"Yes. Let's." He sat down next to her and took her into his arms.

"Woah Trunks..." She giggled, pushing him away, "Down, boy."

Trunks' grip tightened and he drawled. "We're alone now... you don't have to fight your feelings for me..."

"Feelings...?"

"You and I both know how much you like me..." His face moved close to hers.

"How much I-" She was cut off when he pressed his lips to hers. She squeezed her twitching eyes shut and reached for something to use. Her hands felt upon a thin square package. She looked at it out of the corner of her eye. Her eyes widened with rage when she recognized what it was. "A CONDOM! Why that closet pervert, Trunks!"

She spotted a bottle of soda and grabbed it. She lifted it high and swung it down hard. Trunks' senses kicked in and he caught her wrist with ease, never breaking the kiss. He stopped for a second to chuckle against her lips, his breath tickling under her nose. "Now, now..."

Lemon's rage was sky-rocketing. She broke the kiss and screamed. Trunks could feel her ki rising and he sat up in surprise. She kicked him hard in the groin. And used her window for escape, rolling off the sofa and into an attack stance.

"You're SICK Trunks!" She hissed, "No one's ever treated me in such a distasteful way! I'll make you pay!"

He stood up and she leapt at him. He blocked all of her punches with ease and caught each wrist, staring her directly in the eyes. Lemon freed herself from his grasp and stormed out of the door. Leaving Trunks in silence.



She stomped down the street and into her house. Nappa and Raditz were howling with laughter at the sit-com on the TV, and Zitrone was in the kitchen cooking as usual. The two male Saiyans' laughter came to an abrupt stop with the slam of the front door. They watched Lemon in an enraged trance stomp up the stairs and into her room. They both cringed as she slammed her bedroom door shut. Zitrone entered from the kitchen, oven-mits and all, and looked up the stairs.

"Well what was all that about?"

"Eh. Teenagers." Nappa sat back in the sofa and sipped some of his beer as the commercials ended. Suddenly the house started shaking in a rhythmic beat and the TV went to fuss.

"The reception! Hey!" Nappa sat up and looked up the stairs at the closed door. Raditz looked up with concern and ascended the stairs. He slowly opened the door and peeked in. Lemon was punching her pillow with enough force that was shaking the entire house. He smirked sadly and shook his head before entering. He sat down next to her on her bed. In her angry trance she didn't notice him come in. He let her relieve a bit more stress and then put a strong hand on her shoulder. "Lemon?"

She stopped beating up the pillow and came out of her trance. Her fists clenched around her sheets and tears dwelled in her eyes. She sniffed a couple times until her father said, "It's okay. Cry."

She whirled around and collapsed into her father's arms. Crying on his shoulder. "Oh DADDY!" she bawled. He closed his eyes and stroked her hair, comfertingly.

Nappa and Zitrone watched from the door. They'd never seen her cry like this. Her cries echoed to the outdoors. Trunks stopped on the sidewalk just as he was about to turn into their yard. He heard her cries and turned around to walk home with no one to accompany him but his own guilt.