Momma's Girl IV
Disclaimer: Dragon Ball Z and Ranma ½ belong to people who are not I and I make no money off this work of fanfiction at all.
Imp-chan looked up at the green, monstrous face before her, and grinned. For some reason, this person seemed to be extremely nice and kind and warm- a comforter. The type you could go to for any kind of problem. Kind of like her mom.
She felt like skipping.
So she did.
"Hey, DAD! This is the Mr. Piccolo you guys told me about? She's not that scary at all!" Imp cried, and everyone looked at her like she was crazy. Imp then realized WHAT she had called Piccolo, and winced.
"Sorry, sorry, sorry…" she sputtered, taking a step back from the green man.
"Well, green bean, long time no see," said harsh, cold voice, and Imp whirled to see a short, stocky man, muscles on muscles, standing in the door of the massive building, looking at the green giant beside her with barely concealed contempt.
"I could say the same to you, Vegeta," Piccolo answered smoothly, raising a ridge. The two warriors glared at each other.
"And this is Kakarrot's pathetic excuse for a grand daughter?" the short man focused his eyes on Imp, and she bristled reflexively.
"Oh, daddy, lighten up!" called a voice from inside the compound, and a girl around Imp's age, maybe a little younger, dashed out beside the dark haired man.
"Don't be afraid of him," said the new comer, her long blue hair, styled and pinned up with an adorable set of clips, in a short dress with a cute set of thigh highs. Imp stared. Dressed as she was, in jeans and a tank top, she had to wonder if she wasn't dressed appropriately. Then her hand was grabbed and she was being tugged inside, much to the amusement of Piccolo, her mother and father. "I'm Bra, want to be friends?"
Imp just swallowed, wishing she didn't feel like an awkward colt. Then she realized that everyone was staring back at her- waiting for something.
"Uh huh," Imp said weakly, and was suddenly hugged tightly by an ecstatic Bra and was swept up, almost carried into the massive building and dragged down so many halls that she was now hopelessly lost.
The last thing that Imp's family heard, before she was dragged to her doom was a cry of:
"MAKEOVER!"
~*~*~*~*~*~
"So, has she figured out anything yet?" asked Goku, as he was inhaling massive amounts of barbeque.
"We don't think so," said Piccolo and Clarinet at the same time and both winced.
"Yeah (smack, smack gulp) you weren't that bad before, were you, Piccolo? I mean (swallow) you could do that split form thing, and keep it separate, right?" Goku continued, without a care for table manners.
"I'm really out of practice, Son," Both Piccolos said, and Gohan burst out laughing, he couldn't help it. The sight of both of forms of Piccolo, talking and moving in perfect sync, was rather disturbing. Gohan wondered how long he could do while keeping a straight face.
"I hope your daughter isn't driving Imp up the wall," muttered one Piccolo, while the other nodded. "Lord knows what your daughter is doing to her, Vegeta…"
~*~*~*~*~
Imp stood still, eyes wide with terror, as the tiny brushes flicked across her face, so light as to be unnoticeably. She was standing in front of a mirror, dressed in a Chinese style mini-dress, which was sleeveless, and a dark red to compliment her hair.
"Uh… Bra right? Are you sure this is necessary?" Imp said, still holding stone still. The blue haired girl who had taken over her existence for the moment didn't answer, just started into the thick green mess of her hair.
Many strange and arcane implements were used to make her mad locks relax into loose waves, and two buns were now on either side of her head, with the rest hanging loose.
"Now, don't you look cute!" Bra squealed, walking around and looking at her handiwork.
The dress was even tighter than it would have been on the younger girl, as Imp was both taller and more muscular. It brought out her smaller bust, however.
"My brother is just going to FLIP when he sees you like this!" Bra cried, and Imp's eyes tried to drop from their sockets.
"Brother? What are you TALKING about?" Imp whimpered, suddenly realizing what was going through the blue haired girl's mind.
"I'm playing matchmaker, of course!" Bra declared, giving her a last looking over.
"You… you…" Imp stuttered, "I don't even know your brother!"
Bra paused. "You two would be a perfect match. As Daddy is always saying, he needs to have a Saiya-jin woman for a mate. If Trunks can finally get a mate, he can move out and then Daddy can finally start training me instead of him," Bra pointed out, and grinned.
"So, basically you want your brother out of the way? And what do you mean, Saiya-jin? What the HELL is that? Weren't those the aliens that tried to destroy the world?"
Bra looked thoughtful, and twiddled some hair between her fingers. "You could say that, but I think my Daddy stopped trying to do that before I was born." She ignored her victim's pole axed expression.
"Besides," the younger girl said conspiratorially. "Your grandpa wouldn't LET my Daddy do that. Daddy doesn't think I know it, but…" Bra giggled. "Your grandpa is stronger."
Imp blinked. Twice. "What does grandpa have to do with this?" Her brain was slogging through the obvious answers, as she had seen them in those tapes herself, but a tiny mental wall seemed to want to stay in the way. It consisted of…
"Grandpa's an alien? That means dad's an alien. That means… I'M A KAMI-DAMNED ALIEN???" Imp screamed- and fainted, smacking the ground (floor in this case) for the second time that day.
~*~*~*~*~
"DADDY! MR.GOHAN! Imp just fell over!" Bra screamed, racing down the stairs, faster than a normal human girl could, but not as fast as she was capable of.
Piccolo and Clarinet looked up at the stairs and dashed off, before Gohan could move.
"WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME THAT SHE DIDN'T KNOW SHE WAS A SAIYA-JIN?" Bra roared, sounding just like her daddy, hands on her hips, standing in front of her (barely) taller father, who was sputtering.
It was then that Goku and Chichi arrived.
"What the hell did your brat do to my baby?" Gohan snarled at Vegeta, who cringed away from the taller man, then yelled back.
"WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL HER WHO SHE WAS?"
Yellow lightening crackled in the air as both warriors started to power up, and they were quickly reaching their maximum. Vegeta floated into the air, trying to get up to a height where he could look his adversary in the face.
It was then that, unnoticed to both of the men that both Piccolos came back down the stairs, the big green one carrying a rather confused and disturbed Imp. All were staring at the tableau in front of them.
"Why does dad have blond hair?" Imp whispered, leaning out of Piccolo's arms to whisper to her 'mother'. Both versions took a deep sigh.
"Its what happens when a person with Saiya-jin blood gets mad- and powerful enough, to go to a level called a Super Saiya-jin. Its so strong that even the greatest of evils fear it," Clarinet said softly.
"Mommy," Imp-chan asked in wonder," You think I could ever do that? The floating, I mean?"
Piccolo, in both bodies, felt her heart skip a beat. Was this why Chichi freaked out so much about her children fighting? Clarinet suddenly felt a jolt of sympathy for the human woman. If this was how she saw things when her kids left to train… Piccolo swallowed. Imp needed to learn how to fight- she wasn't stupid enough to believe that the fighting would stop with her generation. Someone would need to stick around to protect the earth, new assholes showed up all the time to take over.
She also wasn't stupid enough to believe she would live forever. Yet she wanted to protect her baby…
Oh hell. Chichi had a point.
The mayhem continued.
"What are they doing?" muttered Bra, who had retreated to her stand by her new friend. It was Piccolo who answered.
"I believe Videl called it a 'pissing contest," the green Namek answered, disgust on her face.
"Someone say my name?" asked a cheerful voice, and both Piccolos and Imp looked over at the cheerful human woman entering the giant building.
"Hey, boss," Clarinet said, desperately trying to keep from another stereo performance, while Imp waved weakly at her 'aunt'.
"What's going on?" Videl asked, eyebrows raised, before she burst out laughing at the absolutely stupid scene in front of her. She started laughing so hard her knees gave out and she was caught by Clarinet, who kept holding her up.
"Aunt Videl," Imp said in exasperation. Struggling a little, she was put back down on her feet, and stood there, hands clenched by her sides.
"Forget the pissing contest, it's a 'my pretty gold hair is bigger and prettier than yours' contest," Bra muttered, and Imp had the urge to laugh uncontrollably, like her insensible aunt, who was draped all over her mother and giggling. The sight of her father, her mature, sensible and sober father, acting like a teenager whose dick had been insulted was just so…
She couldn't help it- she started to laugh as well. Before she knew it, she and Bra were clinging to each other and on their knees, tears streaming down their faces from mirth and hooting at their fathers. Imp was vaguely aware of her mother and Aunt Videl doing the same, and could hear her grandmother give up on yelling before laughing herself.
Then there was a ringing silence from the two males as they realized what had happened. The two girls they had been arguing about were now laughing their rear ends off and hugging each other like their was no tomorrow, and so was the rest of the people in the room. Vegeta glared at his wife, while Gohan did the same, slightly surprised by the way she and Videl were comfortably supporting each other.
"I guess," Imp said, having little aftershocks of giggles and getting the hiccups, "that being an alien isn't THAT bad…"
~*~*~*~*~
The rest of the evening went a little more smoothly- possibly because Imp was still somewhat in shock after being introduced to her extended 'family'. Although she did notice on occasion the oddness of certain things- like how her grandmother would behave around her mother, almost like she was warning her about something. She noticed the bizarre stereo like way that Piccolo and her mother would behave- they tried to hide it, but they would open their mouths to speak at the same time, even though sound would only come from one mouth. It was generally a very subtle thing, but she knew her mother better than she knew anyone, and Imp found this who ordeal to be mildly disturbing.
However, her knew friend Bra had one point right. Her brother was very cute. In fact, young god came to mind, when she saw his build and grace and general pretty boy looks. Too bad that wasn't really her type… She made a face when she thought that. Imp liked people who thought with more than hormones. He was handsome, charming… and he was also WAY too aware of it.
Damn it…
Looking at him… and on a sheer, primal level- she was attracted, sure. But he wasn't what she wanted in a mate.
Mate?
"I've been listening to Bra too much," mumbled, and looked at her father, who had yet to loose his gold hair.
"Could… could I learn some of that?" she asked, unconsciously reaching out to touch the spiky yellow locks.
"I don't see why not!" said a cheerful voice, and Imp turned to see her grandfather grinning madly at her. "You've got a LOT of potential. You'd probably have gotten some training earlier, but Chichi…" Goku promptly was introduced to the Frying Pan of Doom.
"What he was saying, dear," her grandmother started," was that I overruled the boys here when it came to training. I wanted you to get through school and live a halfway normal life."
In the background, Imp could hear Vegeta say 'baka onna'.
The Frying Pan of Doom found a new victim.
"However- you are old enough to make your own decisions," Chichi said finally, looking at all the people there. "If she wants to learn about her abilities," she sighed in defeat. "I see no reason for her not to."
Imp blinked, as she realized she was the center of attention.
"Yes, I would like to learn," she said softly, then looked into the face of her new friend, who looked- wistful. Happy for her, but still…
"I would like to train, if Bra can train with me."
To be continued!