Maxie popped the pink bubble gum in her mouth as she twisted her perfectly golden blond hair around her left finger. With her right hand, she flipped the page of her magazine, looking at the page full of hot hunks. She went on flipping pages even when a custom had open the door with the two silver bells overhead to announced anybody entering.

"Excuse me, Ms," a blue hair woman said, blowing her noise on a tissue.

"Yeah?" Maxie looked up.

Bulma tapped her toes in annoyance. "Young lady, what kind of business are you running here?"

"I just work here."

"What's your name?"

"Maxie," she said with another pop of her gum. "And you are? Do you have an appointment?"

"No, I don't have an appointment. Do I need one?"

Maxie shook her head and turn back to the magazine. "Just sit in one of those chairs and someone would be here." The blond blew a big bubble, the size of her head. She then took her pencil and pop it. "What's your name again?"

"I didn't say." Bulma walked to a blue plastic waiting chairs. She took out a box of tissues from her purse. Bulma Briefs preceded to cry her heart out.

"Maxie," cried a female's high pitch voice. A tall woman with maroon hair walked straight to Maxie. "Have anyone called? Have you got the mail yet?" The woman looked around and spotted Bulma. "Oh, I didn't know we had someone waiting! Hans! Hans, someone's here."

Hans, turned out to be a very skinny, short man with spiky black hair. He swept over to the maroon hair woman. He stood on his toes to place a quick kiss on her cheek. "My lovely Aimil, who do we have today? Who do we have to confess their bittersweet, torture soul to us?"

Aimil turn away from her sometimes over-dramatic husband. "Please Maxie, bring our guest over here. And please, missy, get her name, too."

Maxie sighed. She got up and walk over to the still crying Bulma. "Hey, you! My bosses are ready for ya." She popped her gum. "They want to know your name."

Bulma blew her nose. "I'm Bulma Briefs."

Maxie's bubble gum fell out of her mouth as she gaped at her. "The Bulma Briefs, Bulma Briefs of the Capsule Corporation?"

"Yes, the very same!" snapped Bulma.

"Wow! Why do you need to come here for? Surely someone like you don't need to 'confess' to someone like them." Maxie pointed to the couple behind her. "They're some of the strangest and weirdest couple I know of. But they over pay their employees and that green paper they gave me is enough to stay with them weirdoes."

Aimil and Hans chose that moment to walk over to them. Hans was getting worried that Maxie would run their customer off before he even had the chance to do some digging. "Maxie, my dear girl! What took you so long? Hello, my dear. Who just might this beautiful young woman be and why do you have such a gloomy, long face?"

Bulma held out her hand. "I'm Bulma Briefs."

"Ah-ha," said Aimil knowingly. "Man trouble, my guess. I'm a correct?"

Bulma nodded. She had a feeling that this place wasn't exactly what she wanted. She finally took notice of the office. The carpet was thin and an ugly shade of mud brown, the window curtains, dull yellow, hung limply to one side by a thick knotted rope. The desk looked like the only thing most of the money--if any--went to restoring. The desk was a rich, red color and long enough to hold the newest computer system--a system, Bulma noted, was her invention--and at least several different neat stacks of paper evenly spaced apart.

"Your husband abused you?"

Bulma glared at the woman with you red eyes from crying. "My husband would never do such a thing!"

Hans smiled sweetly at her. "Yes, of course, my dear girl! He wouldn't dream of doing something like that. He's cheating on you, no?"

Bulma crossed her arms. "I know he never would."

Aimil nodded her head in agreement. "Of course he wouldn't dare cheat on his lovely wife. You have children, right? Does he beat them?"

"No, my husband doesn't beat my children! What are you, crazy? Do you really think I'll stay with some man who's abusive? I don't think so," she rant at the still smiling couple.

"Aimil, Hans, enough." Everyone turn to the see the new voice. There stood a pink skin woman. She had a white toga wrapped around her flat, boyish figure. "I'm Aletea from the planet of Mareado, just a couple light years away from this wonderful planet of yours. Now, Bulma, how can I help you?"

"Who are you?" demanded Bulma.

"I'm Aletea," she said again. "Just tell me how I can help you?"

Bulma didn't like this new person. She pulled out another tissue and blew her nose before she told the woman, "I don't think you can help me."

"Oh, but I can." Aletea pulled out a glass bottled filled with a purple liquid. "This bottle, you just put a drop in your lover's drink and then your lover will fall under your spell and charm. Your lover boy would be under your command for about…five days for every drop taken."

Bulma Briefs had enough. She didn't want to command Vegeta! She just wanted… She didn't know what she wanted but she knew it wasn't this! "I'm not taking that! I don't want to do that do my Vegeta."

The pick woman paled. "Vegeta? As in the Prince of all Saiyans Vegeta?"

"Yeah that Vegeta."

Aletea bowed hastily to Bulma. "Yes, yes. I see now that this wouldn't work on the Prince of Saiyans, not at all! I suggest that you, my lady, leave now and don't bother us again. Please don't mention this to your mate, we are sorry to be bothering you for trifle things." She bowed again.

Aimil looked confused. "But she bothered us! Why are you apologizing?"

"And who is this Vegeta guy she's married to?" asked Aimil's husband.

"Prince Vegeta is the most powerful being in the universe, and the meanest. He doesn't care what he destroys. If it's in his way, he gets rid of it. My planet was in his way once."

"But your planet was blown up!"

"Yes, yes it was. Prince Vegeta blew it up without a thought. He left a few of us alive, to be slaves to his people. Back then, there was thousands of Saiyans alive before Lord Freiza decided to get rid of the Saiyan race for being to powerful." Aletea looked at Aimil and Hans. "Prince Vegeta was just a boy, maybe five years old at the time my planet was destroyed by him."

"Oh my!"

Bulma turned around. "And don't you forget it! My husband just might not like that controlling potion thing of yours you tried to give me. I don't like it! You just destroy all of the potion you have and don't be giving it out to people."

Aletea bowed again. "Yes, my lady. I'll destroy all of it, I swear! Please don't tell your husband!"

"I'll think about it," Bulma said as she walked out the door. She could hear the man inside asking the alien, "But what about our money?" She smirked as she hopped into her car. Bulma felt much better but she was now worry about how her earlier words to Vegeta might affect him.

* * * * *

King Vejita was in deep shock. First learning his son was a Super Saiyan, then learning the rest of the saiyans were Super Saiyans also. Even his granddaughter was one, something that was never done before in the entire Saiyan History. Female saiyans just didn't get that powerful. Yes, some could surpass their teachers, some of the powerful warriors they could offer to train the growing saiyan warriors. "How could a female, one who's just a child, be a Super Saiyan?" he questioned.

Goku scratched the back of his neck. "That's the funny thing, we don't know how she became a Super Saiyan. Just recently our little Bra showed us she could become one."

"How can you not know?" demanded Bardock.

Goku didn't know how to answer that. He didn't even know his own son could become Super until he saw it at the World Tournament several years back. But then he didn't even know that he had a second either. "You could say that we didn't know she can fight."

"Kakarot! Don't think you can get out of our spar that easy!"

Goku gave Vegeta his trademark grin. "Don't worry Vegeta! I'll--" Something crashed into the saiyan, sending him into a nearby mountain.

Trunks and Goten high-fived each other. While the grown-ups were busy talking, they were gaining up on Gohan for interrupting their fight. They had pulled together to slam a punch, one of each of their fist made that up, into Gohan's stomach. The punch was made even stronger since the two half saiyans were still then their Super forms.

"What happened?" Goku asked groggily as he rubbed his stomach.

"Ow! Why those little demons! Wait till I get my hands on them."

"Gohan?"

"Sorry Dad," Gohan said as he stood up. "I didn't mean to hit you."

"What happened?"

Gohan told his father about Trunks and Goten's revenge against him as they flew back to the group. Gohan glared at the two trouble makers and started towards them. They gulped.

"We have to go! I forgot something that we had to do," Trunks said in a rush. He grabbed his best friend's hand and started to drag him away.

"But Trunks! We didn't have to do anything today!"

"Shut up, you idiot! Do you want Gohan to know that?"

* * * * *

"Bra? Are you okay?" Bra sniffed. "Want happened?"

"Mommy yelled at Daddy and said some really mean stuff."

"But your parents always yell at each other!"

"But not like this!" Bra wailed. Between her crying, she told Pan all of the fight between her parents. Pan didn't really get what the probably was, she didn't know why her friend didn't want her father to act a little more like Grandpa Goku. If she had Vegeta as a father, she would wish him to be more like Goku. So Pan, with nothing else to do, patted her friend on the back, comforting her the only way she knew.

"Knock, knock! Is anyone in there? I've brought cookies!"

"No one's here, Grandma!" shouted Bra.

The girls giggled some when they heard the ditzy blond woman move down the hall, muttering about where everyone could be.

Pan stared down at her friend. Maybe her mother or grandma could cheer the girl up a bit. "Bra, how about we go to my house. We could play with Goten's video games or something."

"Okay," she hiccupped.

"Let's take the Flying Nimbus!"

"Yeah!"

The girls quickly ran outside of Capsule Corp. to the front yard. Pan called for the yellow cloud and hopped on. Bra jumped onto the cloud, waved her arms around as she lost her balanced and fell through to the ground. Pan giggled at the pissed off like on Bra's face. This was the first time Pan used the Flying Nimbus over at CC.

"This isn't funny!"

The Flying Nimbus flew in front of Bra so that Pan look her in the eye. "You know, the Flying Nimbus only lets those pure of heart ride it."

Bra narrowed her eyes. "Are you saying I'm not?"

"If you can't ride the Nimbus you are."

"I can too ride that cloud! Watch me." Bra tried again. The results was still the same. "I didn't want to ride the thing anyway. That's a stupid cloud!"

Bulma pulled up and surprising she was driving carefully, missing hitting the usual tree she always drive into when she's parking the car. "Hi Bra, Pan. Where are you going?"

"To my house."

"That's nice. Bra, sweetheart, what's a matter?"

"The Flying Nimbus wouldn't let her on."

Bulma studied the familiar yellow cloud. She could never ride the thing either, which she couldn't understand. She was pure of heart! "It wouldn't let me ride it. Something must be wrong with the cloud, like it got damaged or something and only let a selected few pure of heart people ride it."

"Yeah, that must be it," Bra agreed with her mother.

Bulma looked down at her daughter. "Do you know where you father is? Is he in the GR?"

Bra shook her head. "He's out sparing with Goku."

"Near Goku's house?" Bulma asked hopefully.

"Nope."

Pan cocked her head to the side. "Goten and Trunks is heading this way and my dad is a little behind them. I guess they must have done something to him," Pan snickered. "They're like an hour away from us. I bet they know where Mr. Vegeta is."

"Panny, can't you sense them? Why do we need those boys for?"

She flash the Son trademark at the Briefs. "I forgot about that! Hey, wait! I know something better." Pan turn to look at her friend. "Why don't you use your instant transmission?"

"That's a great idea!" Bra spun towards her mother. "I'll take you to Daddy but only if you promise not to say mean things to him."

Bulma smiled and stroked Bra's blue hair. "I promise not to as long as your father doesn't, how's that?" Bra reached for her mother's hand.

"Wait! I want to come with you! I want to study my great-grandpa. Dad didn't want me near him earlier."

"Okay." Pan took Bra's free hand as soon as she had jumped of the yellow cloud. The three females disappeared from the Capsule Corporation's compound. Seconds later they arrived on the battled-scar surface of the Earth where the Saiyans were currently standing.

Goku was the first to noticed the small group of females. "Hi, Bulma. What are you doing here?"

"Hi Goku. I've came to talk to Vegeta."

Little Vegita walked over to them. "I'm sure he doesn't want to talk to you! So leave, this isn't a place for a woman or children," he said as he took notice of Bra and Pan. "Especial not that demon's spawn! Well, wait, maybe it's just the right place for the likes of her."

Pan gasped at the tone of Little Vegita's voice. She knew that Vegeta could sound that mean and nasty but she thought that he grew that way as he got older.

Bra stomped her foot. "Prince Vegita! She's my friend. You just can't go around saying things like that."

"I can and I will."

"You will not!"

"Will, too!"

"Will not!"

"Will, too!"

"Will--" Vegita was cut off as his father laid a hand on his shoulder.

"See?" Bra stuck her tongue out at her boy father. Pleased now that that was settled, she moved on to another topic. "And Prince Vegita, my mommy and talk to my daddy anytime she wants too."

Little Vegita didn't want to get into another fighting match, especially in front of his father. He said nothing but glared furiously at the blue eye, blue hair girl. He didn't like how she was ordering him about in front of his people, or what was left of it.

"Hey, Veggie!"

"Don't call me that, Kakarot!"

"Bulma's here for you!"

"Bulma?" Vegeta asked icily.

Vegeta's cold words froze Bulma for a minute. Vegeta doesn't call her by her name unless he's talking very fondly about her or, as Bulma suspected, when he was very angry with her. She knew she shouldn't have said what she did but he really should be this mad.

"Yes, it's me. I want to talk to you."

"Couldn't this wait until later?"

"No, I need to talk to you right now."

"No. I'm sparring with Kakarot."

Bulma snorted. "It doesn't look that way to me! It looks like you guys are just standing around talking."

Vegeta crossed his arms in front of his chest. "Looks may be deceiving."

"Yes, they may but not this time. Vegeta, if you don't talk to me, I'll never fix the GR again."

"I'm listening," he stated calmly which belied his inner feelings. Vegeta wanted to crush something, like Kakarot's head for instant or every bone in his body. He would listen to the woman's explanation before he sent her away again. She said things that were unforgivable and he just couldn't ignore it.

* * * * *

"Trunks, do you think this is far enough away?"

"No! Gohan's right behind us. He have to loose him. And I've got the perfect plan as to doing that."

"How's that?"

Trunks pointed to the watch on his arm. "Do you see this? This can shrink people."

Goten lean forward to catch a closer look, almost crashing into Trunks as they flew towards CC. "Wow, cool! How does it work?"

"It's simple. Mom made it when she was a teenager so it was easy to change a thing or two about it--special improvements." An evil smirk shaped the boy's mouth. "When we stop at that border up ahead, Gohan will land. As he gets near us, I'll point the watch at Gohan, push this red button here, and--"

"This red button?" Goten applied pressure to the button.

"No Goten!" But it was too late. The watch had worked it's magic on the boy. Trunks shrunk to the size of a thumb, leaving a very confused Goten wondering where his friend had gone. Did he learn the Instant Transmission? he wondered.

A/N: Yes, I know the beginning was BORING! I decided I didn't like Bulma at that place--a major writer's block! So I decided to take her out of there. Took awhile to get the perfect idea as of how to do that but it's over now. I had to put the last bit with Trunks and Goten because my story was getting off the humor I so wanted in it. ^_^ And I'm soooooo sorry about getting this out late. I've been grounded, still am, but my mom let me on today so I thought to update.

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Random Author Thinking: I've got a job and I'm going to get my driver's permit soon. I'm so happy but scared. That gave me a great--or so I think--story idea but **Lady Queen sobs into her hands** I don't know how to work it into any story! **Lady Queens runs off crying**

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