Mirror of Magic
Chapter 3
"Stop hitting me!" whined the girl turn Trunks. Bra, who is being called Boxers now, was testing his new strength on his defenseless big sister.
"I can't help it, Trunks." Boxers chuckled. "You just so weak. I can even sense your ki."
"You can't call me Trunks anymore or people will think you're strange, not that people didn't already think you're strange. You have to call me Bikini."
"By the way, kaasan? What's our background story?" Boxers asked.
"Hmm? Oh." Bulma snapped into reality. She was wondering who would do such a thing and turn her kids into the opposite gender. "You're my cousins from outta town. You're brother and sister. If anyone asks how you know Yolee, say you're from the same town as Pat, Golenn and her." Bulma smiled at her lie. "If we're lucky, we won't have to use that story very long." Bulma steered the car around a corner. They were all in the skycar and driving home. Boxers and Bikini sat in the back annoying the hell out of each other. Vegeta had said that Trunks had lost all his pride as soon as he turned into the girl form. She was nowhere near amused at the situation. Something bad always happens to me. First I was born, then Buu, then those stupid gay freaks start hitting on me when I'm 14, and then the search for the ultimate dragonballs. The list just goes on and on and on…Bikini snapped out of her thought when she was punched on her arm.
"Ow! Boxers! What the hell did you do that for?"
"That's B Master to you, girlie!" Boxers laughed.
"Oh, and what does the B stand for? Bone head?" Bikini growled. "Bark face, barf breath, butt crease?" Boxers punched Bikini's arm again. It quickly turned into a free-for-all punching fest. Vegeta, in the front seat, was cheering both on. Bulma made a sharp turn and screeched to a halt on the side of the road.
"THAT IS ENOUGH!!!" Bulma screamed. "I have had it up to here with you're bickering and squabbling like little children. Bikini, you're 26 for Dende's sake and Boxers, act you're age and not you're shoe size. You're 17. Vegeta! Stop encouraging them. Don't you know anything about being a responsible adult for once?" Vegeta snickered. Bulma sighed and started up the car again. It stalled and went dead.
"Damn." Bulma muttered. "Everyone out. The car's dead. We'll fly." Everyone hopped out of the car and Bulma capsulized it. She put the small capsule in her pocket and walked over to Vegeta. He lifted her up and slowly rose up to the sky. Bikini followed suit and did the same. Surprisingly, Boxers too rose above. Vegeta and Bikini stared in disbelief.
"Since when do you know how to fly?" Bikini asked, full of curiosity. Boxers glanced at her and smiled.
"My secret." Boxers whispered and flew ahead of everyone. "Race ya, Bikini!" She took up the offer and franticly flew after her brother. Bulma sighed and Vegeta smirked.
"What's so goddamn funny?" Bulma growled.
"I thought they'd be too embarrassed to even show their faces in public, but here they are, not at all shy or discouraged from their little change."
"You'd better shut up! It might happen to you." Bulma threatened.
"Is that so?" Vegeta let go of Bulma and she dropped about two feet before Vegeta grabbed her arm again.
"AAHH!! YOU BAKA!!" Bulma smacked him upside the head. He simply smiled.
"Kaasan, how long do you think this'll last?" Pan asked, now known as Pat. Videl shock her head and shrugged.
"I don't know, honey. Soon, I hope."
"Okay, I gotta ask something!" Yolee piped up. "Um…is it possible for one of us new girls to get…pregnant?" she asked shyly.
"Well, I suppose that's possible." Gohan replied. "The female reproductive systems come naturally with the body and-"
"HEY!! You're beginning to freak me out here!" Yolee squeaked.
"Gomen" Gohan apologized. "Anyways, are you three staying long?" he asked, referring to Chi-chi, Golenn and Yolee.
"Hai." Chi-chi answered. "There's no point in leaving if we're coming back 7 hours later."
"Okay, so I'll set up a bed for you guys. Or should I say girls." Gohan chuckled. Golenn frowned and punched her brother on the shoulder.
"Anyways! We shouldn't have too much to worry about. Let's get some sleep." Chi-chi said.
"Sleep is good." Muttered Pat.
"Trunks?" Bra whispered.
"Yeah?" Trunks replied.
"Remember when we were kids? And I used to have nightmares about Buu and other monsters. I would go to your room and you'd sing me to sleep. Do you still sing?"
"Not really."
"Why not? You've got a great voice."
"I guess I'm saving it."
"For who?"
"No one."
"You're lying. I can see it in your eyes. They seem to be saying someone's name."
"…"
"Don't hid it Trunks. You love her, don't you?"
"Love who?"
"You know. Now she's perfect for you." Bra paused. "Will you sing to me?"
"I can't sing anymore."
"Sure you can. Just try." Trunks thought about it. She cleared her throat and decided to sing her favourite band, BT.
No words. No talk, we'll go dreaming.
No pain. No hurt, we'll go dreaming.
Take my hand and come with me. Close your eyes and dream…
"You are Bikini now." Bra whispered. "Your love has changed. So have you."
The voice of Bra drifted away until Trunks couldn't hear him anymore.
"Love who?!" She yelled franticly.
Suddenly, Trunks woke up and realized it was all just a dream. Dreaming… She thought to herself. I was dreaming. She wondered if the dream was trying to tell her something. Love who? She asked herself. She pondered about that last thing Bra said. My love has changed? How and who? Trunks dismissed the thought and got ready to search for the dragonballs.
"Mushi Mushi! Orange High School secretary speaking!" said a perky young girl.
"Hi. This is Son Gohan speaking. Pan won't be able to make it to school today. She has a cold."
"Alright! Son Pan will be marked absent." Replied to secretary. "Bai bai!"
Gohan hung up the phone and Chi-chi picked it up to call in sick for Goten. Almost the same conversation happened except it was Son Goten who was absent. Everyone was there except for Bulma and her kids and naturally Vegeta.
"Done!" Chi-chi cheered. "Where Bulma and the family?"
"She said she'd be here at…" Videl trailed off. "Oh great! We didn't give them a time! I'll go call them." Videl made the phone call and after a few short minutes, the doorbell rang. Chi-chi answered the door and Bulma walked in with her two kids behind her.
"Hi! Sorry we're late." She said.
"No, it was my fault." Videl piped in. Bikini slipped past her mother and got beside her friend.
"Psst… hey Golenn. I had the weirdest dream last night." Bikini whispered.
"About what?" Golenn asked.
"Well, it started off in this black void. Boxers and me were sitting on the ground but we weren't calling each other by our code names. He was asking me to sing for him, the way I did when we were kids. I told him that I was saving my voice and he asked for who. I told him no one, but he said I was lying and my eyes were saying someone's name. I had no idea what he was talking about and then he asked 'Do you still love her?' I said love who, and he said I knew."
"Whoa! Trippy!"
"Yeah. Then he asked me to sing again. I began singing this old song about dreaming and when I finished, he said 'You are Bikini now. You have changed and so has your love.' What do you think he was talking about?" Golenn pondered for a few seconds.
"I have no idea. Who do you love?"
"I don't know. No one really."
"Are you sure?"
"YES!!" Bikini shouted.
"Hey, I'm just trying to help."
"Gomen."
"Alright everyone!" Bulma spoke. "Here's the dragon radar. Take a good look." Everyone crowded around Bulma. "I'll assign a dragonball to each group. Number one goes to Vegeta, Bikini and Gohan. Number 2 goes to Golenn, Pat and Videl. Number 3 goes to Boxers, Yolee and me and because it's so far, we'll take the dragon radar. We've already got number four thanks to Yolee. Master Roshi, Marron and Juuhachi can get number five. Number six goes to Yamcha, Kurinin and Chi-chi. And last but not least, number six goes to Piccolo, Mr. Satan and Uubu."
"Oh goody." Piccolo muttered sarcastically.
"Okay! Ready? Let's go." Bulma cheered. Everyone headed out the door and took flight. Well, almost everyone took flight. Mr. Satan was left on the ground by Piccolo.