M-sama: **begging readers** Please forgive me! Pretty please! I really do have a life that I sometimes go to for a vacation.

Trunks: **confused** Vacation? But you weren't on no vacation!

M-sama: **pats Trunks' head** Not an actual vacation--well, I did got out of state twice…… But that's when I was writing! M-sama is moving so her parents are forcing her to stay off the computer, and M-sama wants to work more hours so she'll have a little nest egg when she moves. **smiles** Aren't ya proud?

Trunks: Uhh…….

M-sama: **pats his head again** Sure you are!

Trunks: **moves away** Don't do that again.

M-sama: **turns to readers--what's left of them, that this** Oh, and until I say otherwise, I'm not taking on anymore people for this story. I'm still not finish putting everyone in from the first chapter! **nods** It's sooooo true!!!

Never Sleep Over

Chapter Four: Swimming with the Small Fries

Vegeta growled after Gohan as the door shut. Bulma patted his arm. "Vegeta, calm down. They didn't really do any harm."

"You should call that harpy up."

Bulma shook her head. "Not yet. Calling ChiChi is the last thing we really want. If these students can't behave then we'll call ChiChi and ask her how to control the students." She shook her head in wonder. "Why did I ever agree to have students spend the entire weekend here? Who knows what would happen!"

"Why don't we send them away?"

"We can't do that! Where would they go? What would they learn? You know, this is suppose to be an educational trip."

"Isn't that harpy a princess?" Vegeta asked. Bulma nodded. "Send them to her 'kingdom' and let her teach them about it."

Bulma thought about it. "I don't know, Vegeta. ChiChi doesn't even have a castle. Her father burned it down when I was little. That's how Goku and I met her."

"Dragonballs."

"No, Vegeta," she said sternly. "You never know when we might need them."

"How about giving the harpy some capsule houses to house the students?"

"I don't know."

"Just think about it," the saiyan prince said as he nipped Bulma's ear. Bulma giggled as turn towards Vegeta, forgetting all about the students and ChiChi.

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Heather glanced down at her notes. Her interview with the Briefs went fairly well. Too bad she couldn't get the infamous bad man of CC to talk a little bit with her. That would have boast her growing fame that much higher. No reporter has ever gotten an interview with the man. Now, if only she could get that man to talk. Who is he? What did he do before marrying Bulma Briefs? Who were his parents? Did he have any siblings? In about eight years, all any report knows about the mystery man is that his name is Vegeta, married to Bulma Briefs, have a seven-year-old son name Trunks, and he likes to train. She was determined to get more info before she left the building. Heather took a left turn, and ended up bumping into someone. "Oh!"

"Oh, dear me! Did I run into you, dear? I'm so sorry." The woman giggled as she playfully hit Heather's arm. "Are you lost, honey? I am. I've lived here most of my life and I still get lost. I'm sure with two fine girls like us, we can find I'll way around." She patted her blonde hair. "I'm just going to go feed my darlings. They must have missed me."

Heather glanced down at her notes. Mrs. Briefs' 'darlings' were her and her husband's pets. And, according to her notes, Mrs. Briefs liked to talk about anything under the sun.

"Do you want to help me? Taking care of my little ones can be a hard work. Me and my husband just couldn't send them away when we find them on our trips. They're just too cute." Mrs. Briefs talked some more about her pets. Finally Heather cut in.

"Mrs. Briefs? Can I ask you something? It's about Ms. Briefs husband, Vegeta."

Mrs. Briefs linked her arm with the reporter's. "Just ask me whatever you what to ask. I'm sure I can answer them."

Heather grinned at the blond woman. She quickly pulled out her pad of paper and a pen. "What did Vegeta do before he married you daughter?"

Mrs. Briefs had to think about this. "Hmm, well, what I heard from the boys, Vegeta was a horrible mass murderer." At Heather's surprise and shock look, Mrs. Briefs patted her arm. "Oh, don't you worry none. My Bulma has him…what do they call it now a days? Oh, yeah, Bulma has him whipped. He doesn't kill anyone anymore. Bulma would banned him from their bedroom if he did."

Heather grinned as she wrote this down. Why haven't anyone ever questioned the older woman about her son-in-law? Mrs. Briefs probably knew all about the mysterious Vegeta.

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~~ONE WEEK IN THE FUTURE~~

Trunk and Goten shuddered as they thought of the girls who had rescued them. Each shuddering for different reasons. Goten was shuddering from thinking of those crazy girls who had saved him and Trunks from Xam, Yam, and Zam. They had been hugging and kissing him. Was he going to get sick? Didn't girls have cooties or something like that? Goten was a little worried about his health. Trunks was shuddering for an entire different reason. GIRLS had rescued him, the prince of Saiyans! That was unthinkable! Trunks didn't even want to think about what had happened when his father had learned who had rescued him from those crazy people. If only they could have woken from their nap earlier, then the girls couldn't have saved him and Goten because they wouldn't have needed to be rescued. Like they needed to be rescued in the first place. They were just taking a short nap after enjoying the good food their 'captors' and given them.

"Goten," said Trunks looking at his still shuddering best friend, "why don't we go back to a week ago, stop ourselves from being saiyan-napped?"

Goten stopped shuddering to smile at the purple hair, kid demon. "That's a super idea!" Soon the pair had their plans down to a "T" and was heading towards Bulma's labs.

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Yugi picked up sharpener's dropped towel, planning to use it as the mark. "Is there anyone else who wants to join this little race?" When no one said a thing--or a sound for fear the girl would take it as a sign that they were volunteering--Yugi raised her arm holding the towel way into the air. "Five laps back and forth, okay? On the mark--get set--GO!" Yugi dropped her hand.

The four students took off. Videl and C-chan were swimming at around the same pace, and Sharpener was right behind the two girls. Gohan--going as slow as he could and still be moving--was in first when he was trying to be the slowest. Of course the naïve teenager didn't realized he was in first until he was almost done with his forth lap and his racing classmates were still on their second lap! Gohan was seriously thinking of trying to lose but then he thought of Videl. She would get on his case much harder if he loses this late in the small race. Gohan finished the race at a humanly pace. C-chan finished in second with Videl right on her tail. Sharpener was just several seconds after Videl. The classmates congratulated Son Gohan. Who would have thought that little bookworm was a champion swimmer? Sharpener's chocolate eyes glared daggers at the winner. He'll win Videl. No way would Nerd-boy win her away from him. Nope. Nada. Never!

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Videl found Gohan's family suite all by herself. Gohan, Erasa, and Sharpener were still down near the pool munching on chips. Videl had decided that she should spend some time snooping around Gohan's rooms to find out more about him. And there got to be some clues in his family suite. Looking around the living/family room, she again noticed the pictures on the mantle. There was a picture of a younger Gohan hugging onto a purple dinosaur. The dinosaur was licking his face. So Gohan isn't afraid of dinos. The picture next to it was of an older version of Goten--their father--with his arms around a younger Bulma Briefs and--"Yamcha Bandit?" she questioned out loud. "Gohan knows the famous Yamcha Bandit? Of course he would! I bet he also knows the famous Son Goku! I wouldn't be surprise if next I learn he was a prince." Videl didn't know how true her words were. If only she knew… In front of the trio, was a short bald man giving the camera a peace sign. She didn't know why the little man should look familiar. Maybe later she could ask Gohan who he was. She skipped over the wedding pictures. There were more pictures of Yamcha, Bulma, the bald man, and Gohan's dad, more pictures of Gohan, Goten, and Trunks, but nothing more that would reveal any of Gohan's secrets. She walked around for a minute trying to remember which door led to Gohan's bedroom. Two minutes later Videl found it. She pushed open the door--and came up short as she pied a bloody body was sprawl across the bed. Blood was still spilling out of the body; the covers quickly soak it up. Videl took a small step inside before she decided that the person might not live if she didn't do something quick.

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Vegeta rolled away from Bulma swearing. Someone was in their house. He didn't know how he had gotten in but that weak fool wasn't going to be staying alive pretty soon. Vegeta didn't even consider that the intruder might be a student or employee. The fool was to powerful--even with his ki fading fast--to be either one of them.

"Vegeta?" Bulma asked sleepily.

"Stay there!" shouted Vegeta. Bulma rubbed her eyes to get a better view of her husband. But her saiyan husband was gone along with his gray drawstring sweatpants.

Vegeta arrived at the Son's Suite seconds later. A raven hair girl--the very same girl who had challenged him when she first arrived--was tearing up the bed sheets for bandages. Vegeta walked closer to the bloody figure on the bed. He gasped as he recognized exactly who he was. "This can't be," he whispered. "He's dead."

Videl glanced up at the man who had just come into the bedroom. It was that Mr. Vegeta guy Bulma Briefs was married to. "Call for help," she barked at him. "He's going to die if we don't get help to him soon."

Vegeta snapped to attention. He glared at the girl at the girl. "Get Gohan! He should have known he was here long before I did. The kid has slackened off for far too long."

Videl stood up. "Why Gohan? Shouldn't we call for a doctor? This man is dying!"

The saiyan gave a snort. "Dying? It seems nothing can keep him dead. Not even death itself," he muttered to himself but Videl Satan heard him. Vegeta started to rummage through the dressers' drawers trying to locate the extra senzu beans the Sons had kept in Gohan's room. Videl ran to get Gohan.

She finally made her way down to the pool area. "Gohan! Gohan!" she yelled.

Gohan quickly swallowed his mouthful of chips. "Videl? What's wrong? What's happened?"

Videl quickly told him there was a half dead man bleeding to death in his room. Gohan closed his eyes to concentrate. He sensed Vegeta's ki moving around his room. The other, weak and fading ki was too familiar. Gohan's eyes popped wide open in disbelief. "It just couldn't be."

Videl waved her hand in front of Gohan to get his attention. "Do you know who this guy might be?" Gohan nodded. "Well?" Gohan didn't answer. He race through CC to his room. There he saw the saiyan prince feeding the man a senzu bean.

"Vegeta, is he really…" Vegeta nodded at the teenager.

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Trunks hopped out of the time machine. "Look Goten, we're here."

Goten peeked around his friend. "But Trunks! We missed it. You didn't come far enough in the past to stop us."

"Hush, I know that!" Which, of course, he just realized was just hours after their saiyan-napped. Well, it wasn't like these things can take you back to a specific time. He should have tried to visit the past in the morning to give them more than enough time to warn themselves about what happen and play tricks on friends and family. "Goten, do you remember where we were being hold at?" Trunks knew their mission was doomed by Goten's confused face. "Please, tell me you remember where!"

Goten bit his bottom lip. "I'm sorry Trunks. But…but it was awhile ago."

"It was just a week!"

"You should have remembered! This was your dumb idea!"

"My dumb idea? You can't remember where we were being held at!" he shot back at his now-former-best friend.

"So! Neither can you!" Goten stuck his tongue out at Trunks.

"I don't need to remember it. I'll just find it myself--without your help!"

"And I'll find us before you do!"

With those finial words, the two boys took off in separated directions, too mad at the other to even check to find their other selves' ki.

AN: Oh, and M-sama is really sorry about the swimming race. She was gonna write it as a big thing but when she was writing it on the 7 hour car--it was really in a truck with those backseats and stuck in the crowded back with her younger sister and brother--wasn't a good place to be writing about…well…anything really good. Hard as it may be, M-sama really did add on to the one tiny paragraph containing the race. ^_^