Chapter 8



Vegeta landed at the capsule grounds and Trunks and Bura went their merry way as Vegeta argued with Bulma while walking inside. The pack frowned, should they enter or not, and where were the guards? That fatso in black suit couldn't be one right? Sula, always curious strolled over and glanced down at him.

"Are you the guard?" he nodded nervous. Soon crowded by the pack. "You should train some, we'll help, right?" All nodded smirking. A younger guard joined the senior. Feria pulled him up by his uniform.

"Better build by no ki. What is Vegeta doing with these?"

Meanwhile inside the kitchen Vegeta turned to speak to his pack when he noticed there wasn't a single one. Where did they go? Peeking outside a window he noticed them questioning Sullivan and his new colleague. Bulma would freak. He opened the window and shouted at them.

"Come inside gang!" shrugging they marched inside and followed Vegeta's hollering. Mrs. Briefs shaky saw the 6 adult Saiyan's plop on her chairs. Good thing they were build for heavier bodies. Vegeta pointed at the blonde.

"Queens mother, likes to serve food." stunned the pack glanced at Mrs. Briefs who nodded, smiling and gave them cookies. Sula started to laugh. How funny!

"Where is the old man?" Vegeta asked Mrs. Briefs. "He's working on a new project." she chided, pouring TEA, for SAIYAN'S? Sad they eyed the elegant tea cups. Shaking his head Vegeta walked to the fridge and tossed blindly six bear bottles into the air, all caught and opened with clicks and downed.

"Much better. Err. Not that hot water is bad your highness but ah...we're used to bear." Feria excused herself. Mrs. Briefs blinked by the title, ignoring it instead.

"Vegeta?" Sula asked, glancing at Solar who nodded. Vegeta sat down and waited for her to continue. "Solar and I have been mates for quite some time...but only you can make it official..." At first stunned he started to laugh, grabbing a clean paper and a pen.

"Alright, I'll start a new book. So, solar and Sula mates, who would have known. Wait a minute. This isn't right. WOMAN!!!" annoyed Bulma walked inside with a towel around her, she yelped and ducked behind a door. Vegeta groaned. "Feria, Sula?" nodding they rose and blocked the door from sight, as Bulma peered over their shoulders. They were broad!

"What were you hollering about now." she snarled.

"I need a new official book. The old got blasted when my planet blew up." she blinked. Finally he wanted to talk about Saiyan traditions? She knew it was important to him.

"Um, okay, I suppose your emblem has to be on it? Why don't you draw it and I'll fix something quick." he nodded, drawing the emblem. Storn handed it to Bulma who walked away. Feria and Sula followed her. she stopped and peered at the two woman.

"What are you doing?"

'Escorting the queen who is currently in a delicate position." Feria stated calm. Bulma frowned. HUH? "What ever, just don't walk in my way."

"Offcourse not." They replied and walked after her to a machine. Looking through drawers she growled. Where was it! LOST! Turning around she handed them money.

"Go into town, into an antique shop and find him an old dummy. I'll put that emblem on here." They bowed and walked away, before blasting through hallways in search for the exit. Trunks pushed himself against a wall when they passed. They stopped and doubled back. Bowing lightly for him, making him flush again.

"Would his highness help us to first find the exit out of the palace, and to an antique shop to find a dummy old book?" Feria handed him the money. "And what is this?" Sula nodded eying the odd paper.

"What is it used for, an offering?" Trunks laughed. "No, it's called money. You never used any pay ways?" "We take and destroy, we never pay." Sula stated. He frowned soar.

"Boy will you have to learn. On this planet we pay for stuff we need." amazed Feria eyed the paper. "Even the royal house? Amazing!" "We're not a royal house to the other people here. That's another." "How degrading. So your in exile? I see." He nodded. True not exactly but that way they seemed to understand.

"Yes, Lets go." he walked straight to the front door before stopping.

"Wait a minute...do you two have something under that upper armour?" stunned they nodded. "Good, pull them out and put them ah...in that corner. I'll be right back." He rushed down the hall and up the stairs. From his closet he pulled three purple jackets and rushed down. Feria and Sula glanced at the jackets. Purple? Trunks put his on and waited for them to do the same. Reluctant they did. A close fit but it fit. Trunks peered at their tails then shrugged. He couldn't ask them to cut them off. They would skin him alive. So that was a big no-no. Bit they looked pretty cool though! His own body guards, yeah like he needed any, but they were cute! His friends would be SO jealous! He'd take them to the mall after. Hehehe.

Feria and Sula sat stiff in the car as the prince drove magical across the roads. "Why did we have to go by transport vehicle again my prince?" Feria wondered carefully. "Low profile! Don't you just love Ferrari's?" Sula sighed. "Flying would be faster." Trunks nodded, peering at them through the mirror.

"I agree. But mom doesn't like it if we do in the city. People here can't fly themselves so it scares them." "I know." Sula stated. He had said that the first 5 times too. By she hated this vehicle. It had tremors going through it, it's engine roared and smelled bad. Conclusion, she'd rather fly. Trunks put on the radio and now the girls had to endure hard rock music as well.

"Just had a great idea!" Trunks wailed over the blaring noise. "I'll drop you two at the hair dresses, your like my body guards or something right?" They nodded weary. What was a hair dresser? Hair they understood, but you couldn't dress hair? "GOOD! I'll hang around to see, maybe I'll put you in new clothes too!" They remained silent as Trunks planked more and screeched to a halt before a store with scissors, and a comb as emblem. Trunks eyed the two heads in his neck.

"Didn't know you cared so much..." he snickered. "Thank you for caring your highness, but please inform us before you break?" Sula wondered. Trunks blinked. "Break? Didn't you have your buckles on?" Sula and Feria blinked back at him.

"What are..?" he finished it sour. "Buckles, I know, just forget it. Lets go inside girls." They entered the store and horrified they watched as hair was cut, the ground was stuffed with it. They whimpered.

"Prince? Have mercy! We're sorry if we displeased..." Trunks grinned. "Don't worry, they'll make you even prettier!" Scared Feria and Sula jumped Trunks when a man with scissors walked over, smiling warm. Both huddling behind trunks who blushed embarrassed.

"Hi, these ladies need a combing and hair wash? NO cutting. No matter what." Relieved they peeled themselves off the prince and gathered some pride once more. It had been hiding under the tons of hair. And those were old friends of his father? What a wusses. Scared of cars and scissors! Then again,, hadn't his Tousan said Saiyan hair didn't grow? No wonder they were careful. The Gay hair dresser was a good friend of Trunks and showed the girls to the chairs.

"Family of your Tousan?" he wondered as they walked stiff to the chairs. Glancing freaked at the hair heaps.

"Err, no old friend from the same country."

"Ah the no cutting zone ne? Fife? Get my Vegeta comb please, and second for the lady here?" "Does the king come here too?" Confused Jerome, the dresser glanced at trunks. "My Tousan. He was ah...tribe elder." Jerome nodded not really believing it but then he had something to gossip about later. Vegeta a tribe elder ne? With his ego? Figures. The assistant returned with two wash tables and the special titanium combs.

"Lean back ladies and enjoy." Shrugging they complied. Their hair was put into the filled wash tables and both woman started to smirk when their scalps were massaged. "Hmm, your hair is softer and better workable then uh, your kings?" "Information not require. Besides females always have softer hair." Jerome nodded happily.

"So right, SO right!!! So what would you like after I finish up, curls? Another hair colour?"

"Uh Nah, no other colour, say what was your name?" relaxed both propped their boots up on the table. Jerome sighed.

"So like your king, he does that ALL the time. Anyway, my name is Jerome, and the owner here, that's Fife my assistant."

"Sula, Feria." Sula stated. Trunks inched away and left them alone. Jerome waved him goodbye, so like his Okasan. She did that all the time as well. Jerome chatted on as the girls were almost lulled to sleep by the massage. Same reaction as their king. Something magical about their head skin. Strange bunch. He hummed a bit as the girls yawned as if they were in heaven. Their hair was rinsed and he gently shook Sula awake. Knowing his assistant lacked the patience with the tough hair, Feria was left asleep.

"Combing is next." Jerome stated. Drowsy Sula nodded. What ever. Inhaling he placed the comb in the hair and prayed it was the bottom. This was one tangled hair mess. Had she ever used a brush? 15 minutes of sweating yanking pulling and straining Jerome finished.

"Fife, please help Sula-san with her curlers? Mission 2." Jerome lightly waved before Feria's face. As expected it was put in a steel grip as two black eyes peered up.

"Rise and shine! And please loosen up, your king has a tendency to act the same but please, I have frail bones." She snickering released him as he sighed. So simular. Pulling her hair, pushing off the chair with two feet. Jerome panted.

"I'm getting to old for this..." he muttered. Feria snickered some more as all what Jerome did, reflected in the mirror. Turning to Sula she laughed her head off.

"You look absurd!" "But I'll look smashing, right Fife?" she stated. "You look like a pin cushion!" "SHUT UP!" she formed a ki ball just as trunks returned.

"SULA! DON'T!" she dissipated it annoyed as Feria snickered. "But she called me a pin cushion!" Trunks rolled his eyed, what a kids. Probably one of the best warriors in the universe and they were acting like kids. Ah well. So did his Tousan with Gokou. Had to be a Saiyan trait.

"Okay, easy fix. Jerome? Do Feria up just like Sula." Feria complained loudly. "Your highness!!! I don't wanna have curls or look like a pin-cushion! Or PORCUPINE!" She snarled dangerously. "You will do as I SAY!" trunks boomed, impressing himself as well. Timid Feria sulked. "As you wish." So that worked ne? Okay. He smirked conceded and flopped down in a chair.

"I brought the book to my Tousan so we can go shopping after. If your going to be my bodyguards you'll have to dress as one, Chikyuu style." Moody Feria had to endure Jerome's chatting gossiping and curlers. Stuffed under a blow drier she sighed.

"My prince, it eats up my scalp ne? I could just load and do the same QUICKER." "You won't. As I said, you'll have to adjust to Chikyuu standards, and it's the last time I say it. Understood?" "Hai." "Sula?" "I'm in denial." she responded. Feria constantly started to mess on her head. Jerome sighed down at her then glanced at Trunks.

"Feria, hands on armrests until further notice." Trunks instructed. "But it itches!" she responded. "So do grow spurts, down." she sighed. "Hai."

"Good girl. Their used to army language." Trunks explained to Jerome who nodded.

One hour later Trunks beamed. In a waterfall of curls Feria and Sula laughed at the other, plucking the bouncing hair in amusement. Jerome laughed with them, he had pulled their long bangs onto their head, so it wouldn't obstruct their eye sight. Giggling like school girls the woman plucked at the others hair. Jerome was very pleased with how the hair held up. He had used 15 pack super strong holding products each.

"Well just look how long your hair still is!" he chided. Feria and Sula nodded. Trunks was so happy when he saw it still hung well down their back.. They were smashing!

"Just put it on the CC bill."

"Will do, and send my greetings to your Okasan." "I will! Follow me ladies."

One hour later both bucked in a clothing store with shoe department.

"I will NOT ware pumps!" Feria howled, kicked a pair away. "I can't fight on them!" "Then before a fight you take them off." Trunks hinted. It was the final touch! Why were they giving him a hard time now?

"Don't you have boots that go with this instead?" Feria snarled to the sales lady.

"It's a business suit miss..." she stated nervous. "They'll take it. Put it on the CC bill. Girls, PUMPS ON NOW! NO BUTS! AND ZIP IT!" moody they wriggled inside the hated shoes and wriggled back and forth uneasy.

"It will become better, their new that have to be run in." The sales lady offered. But they didn't speak as was ordered. They already wore the most flat pumps they had. And truly looked smashing. They had tight fitting black jackets, showing their wasp waists, and a short skirt with splits on the side that matched the jacket. A bit too sexy for her taste but the young man liked it. Happily Trunks worked them back to the car where they put their black sky sunglasses on. Trunks was so happy, they looked so cool!!! Wait till Goten saw! But he wouldn't see them until tomorrow in school. Dreamy he drove back home. The idea, he the most hot guy in school, dropped off by two gorgeous girls...

"Don't let your hormones get the best of you my prince." Sula simply stated. Her blood red painted lips turning into a smirk. Feria complied it as Trunks shrugged. Still gorgeous girls.

In the living room Vegeta strained above the book, as the gang was lounged over the couch and watching a boxing match. Howling comments and advice.

"DAMMIT! SHUT UP!!! I'm trying to concentrate!! Where are the girls!" Bulma entered disgusted by the mess they made of the ground.

"You will clean that up right?" she glared dark as Solar who glanced up.

"Offcourse my queen. Sorry. Move, we have to clean up. AW GOD! Your feet smell! Anan you better wash up, damned pig."

"What? Me? I don't smell! Smelled your armpit lately?" Vegeta glanced up just as Solar and Anan jumped on the other, whacking each other senseless. Storn smirked as he flopped into the mess. The others bored anyway jumped in too. Glass broke and a table cracked to the ground. Rubbing his hands Vegeta jumped up and was about to join in as Bulma snatched his clothes.

"Oh no you don't. You get them to fight outside NOW." He nodded eager.

"GANG ON THE LAWN NOW!" They nodded and brushed past Bulma who blinked at the demolished living room...shish.

They continued their sparing frenzy. Stopping as Trunks arrived, on either side two elegant black shoes, leg, more leg, even more leg, thigh, skirts, waist, bust and a nice one at that and lots of curly hair, and a face hidden by black glasses.

"Hi?" Vegeta stammered. Trunks frowned.

"Tousan what are you doing?" Happily Feria kicked her shoes out as Trunks snatched her arm. "Oh no you don't." Feria pouted. "But it's a bonding thing..." She whined very pitifully. "No go. Tousan, what do you think about my body guards ne?" he beamed as the others sat up right.

"Well...nice legs?" both girls turned red and pulled their sleeves up as Trunks held them back. But didn't help much. In amazon cries they jumped onto Vegeta, in a new tangled mess Trunks winched. If only the clothes would last...They wrestled together until Vegeta held them down in a grip. They squealed in amusement an a bit of pain.

"NASTY!!! Lemmy go, I'll kick your crutch and chew your heels!" Feria howled grinning. Trunks watched as his father for the first time in his life roared in laughter as he pushed them some more. "Dirty trick! Vegeta LEMMY go!!! you got two brats so I'll eat your balls!" Sula chided. "Try!!! Just try!!! Devil spawn!!! My mate won't like that!" "Easy fix!!! I make a new!!!" Feria added laughing.

Vegeta grinning turned super Saiyan and towed them to his training room. Opening it he entered with his arms around the girls, looking fond around.

"Now this is the toy my mate build. Just watch." he strolled to the panel and activated the machine. "This is bad, I'm gaining weight." Feria snickered. Vegeta laughed. "Perhaps your pregnant!" he stated, as the others entered. They closed the door as Vegeta turned to Saiyan-go.

"This planet isn't that bad really. You'll get to like it." "Just like Jerome? He's weird." Sula stated. "Weird yes, but he gives one hell of a scalp massage ne?" Vegeta grinned as both turned starry eyed.

"Anyway, I figure we should teach Kakarot's brats and mine some of our traditions, starting with language. Now I think about it, Feria? Isn't Kakarott your brother?"

"Hai." she responded "You teach him and his brats then. But watch out for his mate, she's nasty with a frying pan."

"Got it. I'll bug them this evening. So...where does he live?" "First things first. My toy here is a gravity enhancer." Amazed they glanced around.

"COOL!!!" they stated together.