"So, Mr and Mrs…"

"Xpltypogrtlz."

"Um… yes. So, what are you doing on Earth?" Chichi asked politely, ignoring the difficult name she'd been handed. At least she could pronounce the girl's first name…

"We're salespeople," the woman answered. "You may call me Ruth, if it's easier."

"What do you sell?" Gohan asked, leaning forward curiously. Perhaps he could help?

"It's a way of insulating your house that keeps noise and heat on their respective sides of the viewing holes for dwellings by using two sheets of the clear material," Erin explained looking bored. "There are too many salespeople on our planet, so we're looking for an intergalactic market."

Gohan frowned in thought. That sounded dreadfully familiar, though he couldn't put his finger on it.

"'Kasaan! Gohan! I'm home! Can Trunks stay for dinner?" Goten called as he came in to land, closely followed by his best friend. "Who're they?"

"This is Erin, and her parents, Mr and Mrs…"

"Xpltypogrtlz."

"Ruth and Adam, earthlings," Erin said, looking bored and leaning back in her chair.

"Perhaps I can help you. What did you say you were selling?" Gohan asked, feeling boredom beginning to lift. At last, something to do!

Adam repeated what Ruth had said earlier.

"Argh!" Trunks' eyes widened, and he jumped behind Goten, looking scared. When Goten shifted to look at Trunks in bewilderment, the lavender-haired demi-saiyajin yelped and moved to hide behind his friend again, eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.

"What is it, Trunks?" Chichi asked, alarmed.

"They're… they're dou… double-glazing salespeople!"