Chapter 3

The door opened with such a forceful bang that any normal person would have jumped out of their skin; in fact Bulma jumped a little even though she was used to the unexpected loud noises that occurred in her house but the girl stayed still almost like she had anticipated it.

It was Vegeta.

'Its almost lunchtime, Bulma, where's m-' He stopped dead when he saw the girl sitting at the table. A flash of interest passed his face, but was quickly replaced by a scowl as he narrowed his eyes at her.

'Who are you?' he demanded, without missing a beat the girl replied

'Puree*, who are you?'

Bulma stood there shocked and a little pissed off, the whole morning she had been trying to squeeze any sort of information out of this girl and with one sentence and a look Vegeta got what she was looking for, so much for the non threatening approach she thought.

Although his expression remained the same, Vegeta also felt a little annoyed. This girl didn't look in the least bit intimidated by him. In fact he could feel her casting a critical eye over him almost like she was sizing him up. He didn't like it. It was then and there that he decided that he didn't like or trust her. Bulma could feel the heat in the room and decided to ease the tension a little. She got up and went to the counter

'Are you hungry Puree? I'm making some lunch now, do you want some?' The girl didn't reply 'we've got salami, cheese…well anything you want really-'

'You didn't answer my question' the girl said directing her statement at Vegeta and cutting Bulma off in the process. Vegeta's eyes remained narrowed and Puree's cold.

'Umm…here you are VEGETA' Bulma said uneasily as she shoved a giant club sandwich into Vegeta's hands and tried to push him out the door. He reluctantly accepted her shoving and backed down the hall making sure not to turn his back to the girl until he absolutely had to. 'I'll make us some lunch' said Bulma smiling at the girl

After lunch and some pushing for information Bulma realised that she really knew very little about the girl and wasn't going to find anything out in a hurry, she was so guarded. Bulma didn't know whether she had family, where she was from or why she was in the desert, Bulma desperately wanted to know. The girl was peculiar but she seemed to relax after a while and wasn't so cagey. Bulma decided that she liked her, she didn't know why but there was something about her that reminded her of when she was young.

'Remember if you want anything, help yourself.' Said Bulma. The girl suddenly got up.

'Thank you for your hospitality, but I have to go' she started to get up when a wave of nauseousness swept over her. She reached for the wall but found only air blacking out she fell heavily to the floor. Bulma rushed over to see if she was OK

'You're not going anywhere honey' She said with a worried laugh.

After she made sure the girl was alright and in bed, Bulma started work on a new invention, she had just got one part of it working when Trunks came back from school. Dumping his bag at the door he made a beeline for the fridge almost stepping on Bra when she came running to meet him.

'How was you day dear?' enquired his mother. A reply muffled by food was the only response she got 'You know, I had a pretty interesting day.' She continued.

'Uh huh' said Trunks still at the fridge.

'Our desert girl woke up'

'Oh great, I'm going to Goten's, see ya' Trunks said with his arms full of food obviously not listening to Bulma and rushing out the door.

She woke up in the dark room again what am I doing here? She thought. Didn't I leave? Was that whole thing a dream? She looked down at herself. She shuddered Nope I'm still wearing these clothes. She decided to get up. She opened up the door and peered down the darkened hall, seeing there was no one there she crept out of the room. She wanted a chance to check out exactly where she was without anyone watching what she was doing. She looked in all the rooms that came off the hall, there were other guest rooms, living rooms so many different rooms, and this is just one part of the house, this place is huge she thought. Eventually she came to the kitchen. It looked different in the dark. Then she heard a loud growling noise and realised that it was her stomach. She was so hungry, from what she could remember she hadn't eaten in 3 or for days – not including lunch earlier in the day. She walked over to the fridge. The light from the inside lit up the whole kitchen. She had never seen so much food in her whole life. She succumbed to her hunger and started to consume the contents of the fridge.

Trunks awoke the next morning to the sun streaming in through his window and a loud roar.

'Why is there no food?!' It was his father. He could make out his mother yelling back but he couldn't hear exactly what she was saying. He walked groggily out to the kitchen to see what was going on. As soon as he walked in the kitchen Vegeta questioned him

'Where has all the food gone?' He stared directly at Trunks

'I don't know and all the food hasn't gone there's still celery' replied Trunks defensively

'What's all the noise about, I was trying to sleep.' The aggressive female voice said. The girl was standing in the doorway with her arms folded across her chest. Vegeta scowled at her, Trunks stared, astonished at her, Bulma was a little surprised and Bra giggled excitedly. Vegeta turned some of his attention back to Trunks but made sure he kept an eye on the girl.

'Forget school today boy, you are going to train doubly hard today to work off that food'

'But that's not fair, I didn't eat it' Trunks protests faded as he was dragged to the Gravity room.

Would you like some breakfast Puree? All we've got is celery!!' Bulma said to the girl with a laugh.

'I hate celery' Puree said seriously. Bulma was surprised by the lack of humour in Puree's voice. Then it dawned on her. Puree ate it all she thought staring at her. What an appetite.

* Pronounced like pourri, you know pot pourri or pur - ree