"Stealing cars?" Chi-Chi screeched. "What on earth were you thinking? If
you think that I'm going to allow my son to marry a car thief, you have
absolutely lost your mind!"
Bulma was staring daggers at Catie. "And that goes for you, too, Catherine. We thought we could trust you girls."
"Apparently we were wrong," Eighteen said.
"Eighteen, you're not my mother," Seventeen said. "You're my sister. Get over it."
"Who the hell are you?" Yorgi demanded.
"I'm Gohan's mother!" Chi-Chi answered. "And you are?"
"The owner of this house. I must first tell you that the girls had nothing to do with the cars that were stolen tonight. Police do not like me, I must admit. Everytime shit happens, they think it is me. And because these girls are here, they look guilty as well. I must also admit that it was I who stole the cars. The girls were here, but not one of them touched a single one of the cars. This is my word. Accept it or not, I couldn't give a shit either way. But if you do not believe me, then you have lost the best possible women for your children to be with," Yorgi explained.
Chi-Chi was looking doubtful. She glanced down at the radio in her hand.
"At what point did the police describe a bunch of young women in stolen cars?" Yorgi asked.
"It... it didn't," Chi-chi muttered. She sighed. "All right. I suppose we were just jumping the gun. Girls, we're sorry."
"That's okay, Chi-chi," Leelee said. "It probably looked like that. We don't blame you for being suspicious."
"I think we should go check on Jenny," Catie said and stood.
Lindsey and Leelee nodded and the three of them trooped up the stairs and down the long hallway.
"I would appreciate it if you would remove yourselves from my house," Yorgi said. "I have business to attend to."
At that moment, the Z-Fighters saw a long-legged, black-haired, beautiful, cold looking woman walk in, carrying a clip board. She wore a small black leather skirt, a black top and thigh-high black boots. She walked straight to Yorgi and muttered something in Russian.
"You are welcome to come back at any time," Yorgi said. "But for now, please go home. It has been a long night for everyone." He then turned to leave.
"Yorgi?" Gohan asked timidly.
Yorgi looked at him, raising an eyebrow.
"Is it okay if a couple of us stay to talk to Lindsey and the girls?"
Yorgi nodded once, then went to sit at the bar with Yelena.
"I told you guys they weren't up to anything," Goku laughed, tucking an arm behind his head.
Vegeta shook his head and sighed. "Just take us home, Kakarot."
So it was that everyone but Piccolo, Seventeen, Trunks and Gohan went home.
"Now what?" Trunks asked, his normally beautiful blue eyes now dull from sleep deprivation.
"Should we check on Jenny?" Gohan asked.
"I think I should on my own," Piccolo said.
"We'll help you find the room," Seventeen offered.
Piccolo nodded and they headed for the stairs.
*~*~*~*~*~*~
Jenny was gasping for breath, she had been crying so hard. Lindsey was rubbing Jenny's back as she lay sprawled on her bed. "I hate my life!" she screamed into her pillow.
"Jenny, you don't mean that," Catie said.
"I hate Sabriena, too," she sniffled, raising her head. "A-a-and now y-you g-g-g-guys p-pr-prob-b-bly h-hate m-m-me ^hic^ too." Jenny had now caught a case of the hiccups along with her endless crying.
"Why would we hate you, Jenny?" Leelee asked.
Jenny gave her a look that said, "you've got to be kidding."
"Jenny, if you think we're going to think any less of you just because you're pregnant, then you're wrong," Catie said.
"Yeah, it's not like you did anything that the rest of us didn't," Lindsey said.
Catie and Leelee seemed to blush.
"Oh, don't either one of you two act like you didn't," Lindsey hissed. "I can see that bite mark on your neck, Catie, plain as day. I got one, too."
Catie giggled a bit and then turned back to Jenny. "See? We're all just the same."
"You just didn't luck out like we did," Leelee said. "That's not your fault."
Jenny's bawling had reduced to sniffles and hiccups. "You ^hic^ mean it?"
Leelee nodded sincerely.
Jenny sat up. "I love you guys, you know that?"
"We love you, too, Jenny," Lindsey said.
"I feel a group hug coming on!" Catie exclaimed.
All four girls threw themselves forward in a tight group hug. Then they broke apart.
"Can we sleep now?" Catie asked.
"Yes!" Lindsey cried and pulled her shoes off. "Oh, sweet Lord." She flexed her toes, then laid back on Jenny's bed.
The other girls did the same and Jenny stood and got off the bed. She grabbed baggy T-Shirts and shorts from her dresser, then threw a pair to each girl. They all changed and made themselves comfortable on the bed. Jenny's room was one of the odd ones, located in the middle of the house where it had no windows. It made for better sleeping anyway because it was pitch black when she turned off the lights. Within minutes, they were all asleep.
*~*~*~*~*~*~
Piccolo tried the door and it creaked open. A beam of light stretched across the room and fell on the face of the sleeping Jenny. He walked in quietly and gently shook her awake.
"Huh?" she muttered sleepily.
"It's me," Piccolo whispered, grabbing the chair from her desk and pulling it closer.
"Hey," she said, sitting up and being careful to not kick Catie in the head.
"Are you okay?" Piccolo asked.
"Yeah," Jenny answered. "I talked to the girls. They're not mad at me or anything."
"I'm sorry," Piccolo said in a quiet voice. "It just flew out."
"They were going to learn sooner or later anyway," Jenny said. "Are the guys mad at you?"
"I haven't talked to them," Piccolo admitted. "But I don't care anyway. It's not their place to say anything to me."
Jenny nodded. "Okay then."
"Go back to sleep now," Piccolo said. "I'll wake you all later."
"Thanks," Jenny muttered.
"I love you," Piccolo whispered to her.
"I love you, too," she answered.
They kissed briefly, then Jenny laid back down and Piccolo left the room.
Bulma was staring daggers at Catie. "And that goes for you, too, Catherine. We thought we could trust you girls."
"Apparently we were wrong," Eighteen said.
"Eighteen, you're not my mother," Seventeen said. "You're my sister. Get over it."
"Who the hell are you?" Yorgi demanded.
"I'm Gohan's mother!" Chi-Chi answered. "And you are?"
"The owner of this house. I must first tell you that the girls had nothing to do with the cars that were stolen tonight. Police do not like me, I must admit. Everytime shit happens, they think it is me. And because these girls are here, they look guilty as well. I must also admit that it was I who stole the cars. The girls were here, but not one of them touched a single one of the cars. This is my word. Accept it or not, I couldn't give a shit either way. But if you do not believe me, then you have lost the best possible women for your children to be with," Yorgi explained.
Chi-Chi was looking doubtful. She glanced down at the radio in her hand.
"At what point did the police describe a bunch of young women in stolen cars?" Yorgi asked.
"It... it didn't," Chi-chi muttered. She sighed. "All right. I suppose we were just jumping the gun. Girls, we're sorry."
"That's okay, Chi-chi," Leelee said. "It probably looked like that. We don't blame you for being suspicious."
"I think we should go check on Jenny," Catie said and stood.
Lindsey and Leelee nodded and the three of them trooped up the stairs and down the long hallway.
"I would appreciate it if you would remove yourselves from my house," Yorgi said. "I have business to attend to."
At that moment, the Z-Fighters saw a long-legged, black-haired, beautiful, cold looking woman walk in, carrying a clip board. She wore a small black leather skirt, a black top and thigh-high black boots. She walked straight to Yorgi and muttered something in Russian.
"You are welcome to come back at any time," Yorgi said. "But for now, please go home. It has been a long night for everyone." He then turned to leave.
"Yorgi?" Gohan asked timidly.
Yorgi looked at him, raising an eyebrow.
"Is it okay if a couple of us stay to talk to Lindsey and the girls?"
Yorgi nodded once, then went to sit at the bar with Yelena.
"I told you guys they weren't up to anything," Goku laughed, tucking an arm behind his head.
Vegeta shook his head and sighed. "Just take us home, Kakarot."
So it was that everyone but Piccolo, Seventeen, Trunks and Gohan went home.
"Now what?" Trunks asked, his normally beautiful blue eyes now dull from sleep deprivation.
"Should we check on Jenny?" Gohan asked.
"I think I should on my own," Piccolo said.
"We'll help you find the room," Seventeen offered.
Piccolo nodded and they headed for the stairs.
*~*~*~*~*~*~
Jenny was gasping for breath, she had been crying so hard. Lindsey was rubbing Jenny's back as she lay sprawled on her bed. "I hate my life!" she screamed into her pillow.
"Jenny, you don't mean that," Catie said.
"I hate Sabriena, too," she sniffled, raising her head. "A-a-and now y-you g-g-g-guys p-pr-prob-b-bly h-hate m-m-me ^hic^ too." Jenny had now caught a case of the hiccups along with her endless crying.
"Why would we hate you, Jenny?" Leelee asked.
Jenny gave her a look that said, "you've got to be kidding."
"Jenny, if you think we're going to think any less of you just because you're pregnant, then you're wrong," Catie said.
"Yeah, it's not like you did anything that the rest of us didn't," Lindsey said.
Catie and Leelee seemed to blush.
"Oh, don't either one of you two act like you didn't," Lindsey hissed. "I can see that bite mark on your neck, Catie, plain as day. I got one, too."
Catie giggled a bit and then turned back to Jenny. "See? We're all just the same."
"You just didn't luck out like we did," Leelee said. "That's not your fault."
Jenny's bawling had reduced to sniffles and hiccups. "You ^hic^ mean it?"
Leelee nodded sincerely.
Jenny sat up. "I love you guys, you know that?"
"We love you, too, Jenny," Lindsey said.
"I feel a group hug coming on!" Catie exclaimed.
All four girls threw themselves forward in a tight group hug. Then they broke apart.
"Can we sleep now?" Catie asked.
"Yes!" Lindsey cried and pulled her shoes off. "Oh, sweet Lord." She flexed her toes, then laid back on Jenny's bed.
The other girls did the same and Jenny stood and got off the bed. She grabbed baggy T-Shirts and shorts from her dresser, then threw a pair to each girl. They all changed and made themselves comfortable on the bed. Jenny's room was one of the odd ones, located in the middle of the house where it had no windows. It made for better sleeping anyway because it was pitch black when she turned off the lights. Within minutes, they were all asleep.
*~*~*~*~*~*~
Piccolo tried the door and it creaked open. A beam of light stretched across the room and fell on the face of the sleeping Jenny. He walked in quietly and gently shook her awake.
"Huh?" she muttered sleepily.
"It's me," Piccolo whispered, grabbing the chair from her desk and pulling it closer.
"Hey," she said, sitting up and being careful to not kick Catie in the head.
"Are you okay?" Piccolo asked.
"Yeah," Jenny answered. "I talked to the girls. They're not mad at me or anything."
"I'm sorry," Piccolo said in a quiet voice. "It just flew out."
"They were going to learn sooner or later anyway," Jenny said. "Are the guys mad at you?"
"I haven't talked to them," Piccolo admitted. "But I don't care anyway. It's not their place to say anything to me."
Jenny nodded. "Okay then."
"Go back to sleep now," Piccolo said. "I'll wake you all later."
"Thanks," Jenny muttered.
"I love you," Piccolo whispered to her.
"I love you, too," she answered.
They kissed briefly, then Jenny laid back down and Piccolo left the room.