Chapter 11

The next morning...

"AHHHHHHHHHHH." the whole house shook as the cry came from Trunks's room. Startled Vegeta stumbled out of his room and watched how Sula and Feria stretched like felines. Blinking intensely content back at him.

"Good morning my king." They chided as they strolled chatting away. Horrified Vegeta eyed the door. What would he find...Impossible...why now? Why so soon? Ramming the door open Vegeta stopped dead in his tracks as Trunks glanced ashamed up. His underwear dripping wet. Two curly heads popped behind Vegeta as they snickered pleased as Trunks turned redder then red.

"Oh, you were right Vegeta, he's a walking talking hormone factory, I wonder if he dreamed about you Feria?" Sula received a whack as they quickly bolted away as Vegeta swirled around.

"YOU...YOU!!!! I"LL GET YOU FOR THAT!" Vegeta stammered furious. Trunks blushed ashamed as he inched to the bathroom door. He turned to his son and sighed.

"What did you do to piss them off? Um...matter of speech..." Trunks blinked. "Making them pretty to show off on my school?" he managed sad. "I thought all girls liked to be pampered like Bura."

"I DO NOT PAMPER BURA. Their warriors brat, no dolls. They might have liked the hair, but they tend to forget about it within a few hours. WAIT, I know, the shoes." Trunks glanced up. "Hai, they didn't like them much...Oops..." Vegeta stalked into his face. :"What oops?"

"I sort of...ordered them? Like you do?" shy he glanced up at his crimson Tousan. "You order warriors to fight, you order warriors to stand down, you however DO NOT, order them to put on SHOES! You are lucky they like you if you were a normal soldier they would have shaved your hair off! ALL your body hair!" Trunks whimpered a bit at that idea.

"No get ready for that idiotic time wasting school, while I prepare the girls." When Trunks timidly walked into the hall he found Sula and Feria in the suits and high heels? They looked real tough bodyguards! He carefully got happier.

"Um...lets start again. You got me, Tousan got me and you and um...it won't happen again." "Okay." They chimed relaxed. Huh? Perhaps his Tousan had gone easy on them?

"AND DON'T YOU FORGET WHAT I SAID!" Vegeta hollered through the house. Sula pulled her glasses down a bit.

"Did you hear something agent Feria?" "Nope, time for school prince. We're special FBI agents Sula Scully and Feria Mulder. And we saw X files...hehehe." Sula showed her hand in a pocket, resembling a gun. "Your save." Trunks sweat dropped. Okay...somebody discovered the tv last night.

They walked with him to Bulma's limo and Sula rubbed her hands behind the wheel. Okay...now what? A window slid open.

"Um we have a driver, come in the back." Sad they glanced at Trunks. Too bad. Shrugging they sat next to Trunks who gloated in glee. Between the hottest chicks around! Suddenly the door was tossed open again and Bura flopped inside panting.

"Almost late. Oh Okasan asked if you could drop me off too." in union the two 'agents' pulled their glasses down.

"Offcourse princess." They stated before shoving them back up their noses.

After driving for awhile they stopped at Bura's school. Sula who was closet to the exit because she really hadn't wanted to give up her wheel, left with Bura. Confused Trunks saw his great idea do down the drains.

"Why is she walking away?" he asked soar, no two cute ladies? "She's escorting the princess to school and back again, just as ordered." "But, we have to stay for more then 8 hours a day!" Feria didn't move a facial muscle. "Guard duty normally is 10 hours on the same spot, this is more varied." "Wow, thrilling live you lead." He sulked. Being dropped off okay, but being shadowed all day? Talk about backfire. -

Vegeta glanced at the book in front of him. Okay. He had a marriage book but how the hell did he get more? He remembered what his father told him years ago...

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"Listen good Vegeta. These books are the living soul of Vegeta-sei. In each book there are names. Most of the names are in the mainframe but the elites, first and second class are in these. It does not symbolises the planet offcourse but it's equally important."

The young prince scanned through the content of the books, names, dates, all sorts of information. And these books were thick and old. They had a strange smell to them. He liked it. The king pointed at a case in the grand library.

"That cabinet goes back 30 generations, your plank will be this one." The king patted a clean plant still empty. On the left was his Tousan's, already filled for the half. The prince pointed at a book with a wolf head.

"What's that Tousan?" the king followed the four year olds finger. "That?" he took the book out and showed Vegeta the same mark on the from as on the back of the book. "This is a very special book. When time comes I'll hand you this." The thickness of the book had been exeggerated as the king pulled a device from a hidden section of the book. Handing it to the greedy hands of the young child.

"What is it?" Vegeta glanced up as the king grinned. "A marker. With it you'll mark 6 trustee's for life after you turn Ten. This book is so special because it holds all the information about the people selected by previous kings. Your's will be added when you finish choosing."

"Hmm...AND THAT?" the marker forgotten Vegeta pointed at a black book in the closet. Taking the marker back, he replaced the book and pulled the black book.

"This contains the names of dead elites that died with honour." "Nani? And elites who don't die with honour?" "Are forgotten."

Vegeta pulled himself from his memory. And snickered a bit, how would his poor Tousan put down Kakarott's name when he died and got revived again? And died, and revived. He would go nuts!

"But that still doesn't solve my problem. Where can I find more old books...or...I make new ones, the first king has to have begun in new books...that's it, then I can design them myself. I'm so good! Now lets see, I'll do this alone as a king should. I know how a phone works...now to find that book with addresses and numbers...Ah what the hell, I'll find a design office myself. The woman will pay." happy with his idea he blasted out of the open window and headed into town. In the living room the remainder of the pack lay in the couches again, watching a soap opera, secretly sniffing and howling insults at the bastard of the show. Bulma and her Tousan meanwhile tried to come up with a design layout for the Saiyan settlement when the phone rang.

"Briefs-sama, are you sure you want to buy that wasteland?" her advisor wondered. Bulma sighed. "Yes, it's for private use, how much does it cost?" "The whole area, including a river and forest?" "HAI?" "Um...not much...a few thousand zenni." "Hmm, that's not expensive at all, how many room will I have then?"

"The whole of the three valleys. About 600 square kilometre." Bulma smiled. "I'll take it. Won't Vegeta be surprised. HAH. Get me the ownership certificates on my husbands name, and get a company to put fences around it."

"Around the whole grounds?" "Are you deaf? YES. I'll station some ah...dangerous animals there, so it will have to be save for any people passing by ne?" "Offcourse. I'll get right on it." Bulma put the phone down content, before wracking her brains over the layout again. -

Meanwhile Sula had to endure chibi's yapping about Leg-san. Being her, as she had rather long legs, against Bura who boosted about her body guard.

"Princess? May I be dismissed until you leave the building?" Bura glanced up as her Sensei walked over.

"Hai, I'll see you at 15.00 at the gates." Sula nodded thank full and blasted off into the air as Bura frowned.

"Okasan won't like that..." She sung before disappearing inside the school for her lessons.

Above the city Sula activated her scouter. In a classroom every one glanced at Feria during a test.

"Uh, excuse me." and rushed into the hallway.

"I have to deactivate that beeper during class..." she whined as she put the scouter on.

-What were you whining about?-

"Oh is it you. Well for your information, I hate hormone factories and tests. It went off in the middle of one. And they have a monster for math."

-Math? What's math? I'm coming over, I'm bored, being around small brats calling you miss legs ain't all either.- Feria chuckled.

"That I would believe, they nicknamed me nice chick, hot momma and boobs. Take your pick." this time Sula snickered, suddenly glass shattered as Sula landed before Feria. Who glanced nervous about.

"What if somebody saw that! Vegeta said we couldn't break stuff!" Sula beamed. "Watch me." walked to the class room of trunk and knocked before entering.

"Trunk-sama, we threw out a potential attacker, please continue." And closed it before snickering. Feria laughed straining to keep it down.

"Still making up excuses ne?" Sula shrugged.

"What can I say, old habits die hard." the lunch bell chimed as Feria groaned. "Great, well get used to the brats and factories, we'll be in the middle of a wave now." Trunks left the room and waved the two after him. Silently sighing they complied, flanking him and hissing students out of the way. Trunks glanced like THE man around, when Goten stopped before him.

"Hi girls! Why are you dressed up?" Trunks sweat dropped and pulled him into the nearest boy's room. Carefully instructed they both left beaming. The girls groaned as now Trunks stated they should protect Goten as well, they were so fragile you know.

"Excuse me, but you two hormone factories are stronger each, then us combined." Sula snapped. Trunks glanced around.

"I wasn't talking about power, but image! Now come on! Your spoiling it!" he hissed back pleading. Sighing they followed the now radiant teens. -