(Authors Note): Okay, here is the NEW second chapter. This chapter is dedicated to Nelia Black for her constant advice and friendship. As for all of you others R&R!!!!!!! Anyway enjoy.

Chapter 2

Employees

A young woman and man stood in her doorway. The female's lavish curves were hugged by a sapphire blue chemise that showed off her features but left some mystery to what she had. She wore some black, jean pants that hung loosely around her blue sneakers. Her long blonde hair reached to the bottom of her back in silky waves. She was looking out into the street along with the man.

The man wore a muscle shirt and some tight fitting jeans with boots that looked remarkably familiar to sayian boots like Vegeta's. He had dusky hair that was spiked up in the sayian 'fashion' and his muscular face framed two deep, black eyes. When she opened the door he smiled, turned to his female companion and she turned to him. Her indigo eyes beamed at her as she smiled.

"Hello, Ms. Bulma Brief?" The woman's voice was young and gentle.

"Yes. How can I help you?"

"I'm Mira, the mechanic." She chimed, shaking her hand. "And this is my brother, V-"

"Vince!" The man said, shaking her hand. "Yes. Vince the electrician."

Bulma saw a relieved glance form across Mira's face then disappear. These two characters seemed familiar to Bulma. Those beep blue eyes of Mira seemed powerful yet carefree while Vince's black ones seemed royal yet kind. Bulma shook her head.

"Come in. Come in." Bulma said, ushering her new friends in the house.

When she turned, she saw Vegeta in the doorway to the kitchen. He was leaning on the frame with his usual scowl on his face, arms folded ever so royally over his chest. When she turned back to the two young people, they were glaring at Vegeta. As she lead them to the living room, Bulma saw the way Mira glowered at him, as if she hated him for some unknown reason.

She saw Vegeta fix the teenage girl with a curious stare as they disappeared into the living room. She was glad when they went out of his sight. Bulma smiled in an effort to improve the mood and escorted them into the living room where she offered them a seat; Mira taking the sofa, Vince taking a chair. Suddenly Mira placed a black duffle bag beside her feet and crossed her legs.

Ignoring it, Bulma grabbed her files from a table near her and had a seat in another chair across from the teenagers. She quickly glanced over them and then, smiling, she turned to Mira.

"Mira, it says here that you have had experience on space ships?" The girl nodded.

"Yes. Grandma always thought I had a talent for mechanics and had me fix my great-grandfather's machines when he got too old." She chuckled. "Grandpa made me go to tech school because he said it was a waste of potential." Bulma smiled and glanced back at the folders.

"On your papers, you left the address block empty. Why is that?"

"Well," Vince said, "I can explain that, Ms. Briefs. Mira and I live with family friends because our parents died when we were little. We just barely moved to an apartment a couple of blocks away and we don't know the address yet."

"Oh, I'm sorry." Bulma replied, afraid that she had struck an old wound at the mention of their parents. Vince just nodded.

"By the way, Ms. Briefs-" Mira interrupted.

"Please, call me Bulma." Mira smiled.

"Bulma-" The teenager said, tasting the word on her tongue, then cleared her throat. "We have some friends-our family friends we told you about-and I was wondering if you might have a few jobs open that they can do." Bulma smiled, considering it. "I mean- They can babysit, tutor, or almost anything."

"Of course!" Bulma chimed. "I have been looking for a babysitter, secretary, accountant and representative. Do any of them do anything like that?" Mira smiled.

"I don't know." She said, digging in the duffle bag and pulling out a stack of files. "You see." Bulma smiled and glanced at the papers.

"Yamu…."She read from the first portfolio. "…Personal tutor…"

Pinned to the folder by a paperclip was a picture of a young man that-amazingly-had a striking resemblance to Yamacha. Long, thick locks reached the shoulders, dark as ebony. He had the structural soundness of Yamacha but no scares on his cheek or eye. She blinked and turned to the next file.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Briefs." Vince interjected. "But I have to be at my last wrestling match in fifteen minutes. I'm sorry I couldn't stay a little longer." Bulma smiled.

"No problem. I'll review your papers and call you later." She said. He smiled.

"Okay, I'll see you later then." He said.

"'Bye." The two women said simultaneously as the young man stood and strode into the hall then out the door. Bulma turned back to the papers.

"Shou……Executive…."

The picture of Shou was a splitting image of Krillin! She shook her head, believing that she was seeing things. No mistaking it. Shou had the same build as Krillin but the blonde hair and blue eyes of Android #18. Immediately she flipped to the next wallet.

"Zeshin….Chemist…"

Now she knew she was seeing things! Zeshin looked like Tienshinhan! The only thing he was missing was the third eye. She shut the folder and rubbed her eyes. I'm too tired for this, she thought mentally. They all look like the rest of the Gang.

"Ms. Briefs?"

She was snapped out of deep thought by the sound of Mira's voice. She smiled at the teenager that was now knelt before her.

"You okay?" Mira asked worriedly.

"Yes, Mira. I'm fine." She said as she patted the young girl's shoulder. "I'm just tired." Mira rose and helped her up.

"Well, by all means, Ms. Briefs." She said politely. "Sleep and I'll come back tomorrow when you're more rested." She shook her head.

"No, I couldn't-I have a lot to do today and-" She stammered.

"Well, don't worry about it." Mira said with a smile. "I'll do some."

"Really?" Bulma asked in a relieved tone.

"Sure." Mira said. "I won't even be paid. It'll be my 'test' day."

"No, I-I couldn't ask you to-"

"With all do respect, Ms. Briefs," Mira said quietly, "but you didn't ask. I volunteered." Bulma thought for a moment.

For some reason, she felt she could trust this girl. Even the little she knew about her friends, they seemed trustworthy too. She smiled.

"I owe you." She said softly. Mira shook her head.

"No problem. I'll have fun." Bulma smiled.

"Well, I'll introduce you to my family and things so they can help you."

Bulma stood and Mira followed, grabbing her duffle bag. Ms. Briefs lead the way down the hall and into the kitchen but was immediately pushed back. She rolled her eyes and sighed.

"Oh, sorry, Vegeta." Bulma said, easing passed him. She looked back to Mira and saw the young woman's gaze glance back at Vegeta momentarily then turn back.

Vegeta growled at her and snorted. What is this weakling human doing in my house? he asked himself. Mira smiled sweetly at him as Bulma approached and introduced them. The young woman held out her hand.

"It's an honor, Vegeta." She said as she winked at him.

Vegeta suddenly felt it. A ripple of superior energy from this human girl! He glared at her as she lowered her hand. Her eyes seemed to laugh at him, but yet seemed so familiar to him. She turned to Bulma again and looked over her shoulder.

"See you later, Vegeta."

Bulma felt the tension in Vegeta thicken. She didn't know why but Mira seemed to agitate him. When Mira turned to her, she seemed to not mind his silence at her warm welcome. She sighed.

"Mom?" A small voice yelled from across the kitchen. Bulma turned and looked.

Twelve-year-old Bra sat at the table in front of her laptop. She wore her normal red skirt, boots, gloves and shirt. She looked up when Bulma turned to her. Without a word, Bra stood, closed the computer and approached her mother.

"Mom, Pan called and asked if I could come over. Can I?" As if just noticing Mira, she looked at the young woman. "Mom, who's this?" She asked, looking at Mira.

"Bra, this is our new employee, Mira. She's our Mechanic. And Mira, This is my daughter, Bra." Mira nodded and shook the girl's hand.

"Well, Bra. I'm glad to meet you. I hope we become friends." Mira said. Bra smiled.

"I hope we do, too." Bra answered politely then turned to Bulma. "So mom, can I go over to Pan's?"

"Oh, sure. I think that will be fine." Bulma replied.

"Thanks, mom." Bra answered excitedly. She turned to Bulma and hugged her. "Good bye, Mom." She pecked her mom on the cheek and did the same to Vegeta on the way out. "See you later, Mira."

"Good bye, Bra." With that, Bra disappeared out the door.

"Well, Mira. My father should be out in the shop if you need him." Bulma said softly.

"Thank you, Ms. Briefs."

With that, the girl walked out the door. Bulma smiled and turned. Again, Vegeta was gone. Oh, I hate it when he does that, she said to herself. Without a word, she went upstairs and went to bed.