"Hey!" I shouted and skidded to a halt right next to the man. "What are you dragging my little brother away like that for?"

The security guard turned around and looked me over. He was a burly man with large arms and a hard look to his face. He looked like he dealt with shoplifters and angry customers every day. "This boy was acting suspicious. He was lugging a large amount of goods around and when I confronted him, he wouldn't tell me who his friends' parents were." The man said in a rough voice. I estimated Vegeta or Kakarot could take him down in five seconds and ten for the demi-Saiyans.

"Well, could you please let him go?" I asked the guard and then I gestured at the two chibis. "Our cousins' fathers are waiting by the cash registers."

The guard peered at me suspiciously. "Let me talk to them."

What do I look like? A druggie? "Okay." I said happily and grabbed the clothes from Goten and Trunks' hands. Ah shit, ah shit, AWH SHIT! Please Vegeta and Kakarot! Act like normal humans! Alas, I should've known that Saiyans don't have the capacity to act 'normal'.

When the guard asked Vegeta for his name, Vegeta of course answered, "I am the Saiyan no Ouji, Prince Vegeta." The guard gave him an odd look and then turned to ask Kakarot the same question. He still held my gutei's arm in a firm grip. "Son Goku!" Kakarot replied cheerfully.

I dropped the boys' clothes into the basket as the guard asked, "Well, can I see some identification?"

"Uh," Kakarot looked to me for help while Vegeta just stood and looked aloof.

"Sorry, sir, but neither of my uncles own a driver's license or I.D. of any kind. They got their wallets stolen by pickpockets. We were going to get them a new card right after this shopping trip." I explained, hoping my story was believable.

"Oh really? The place where you get I.D.s is closed after five o'clock."

"What?" I checked my watch. "Argh! I told you three not to spend all that time in the toy shop!" I yelled at Trunks, Goten and Zar.

"But we didn't…" Trunks slapped a hand over Goten's mouth to shut him up. Thankfully, the guard didn't notice that slipup.

"Okay. Get some identification soon then. I presume your driving?" he said to me and released my brother. I noticed that his teeth were stained yellow and lined with black. His breath was horrid. As I avoided gagging, I nodded and showed him my driver's license. He smiled and I got another gut-wrenching view of his teeth. "Well, kid. Just a little advice for you," He put a fatherly hand on my shoulder and I noticed he had really terrible body-odor, "lay off the drugs. They're bad for you." He sauntered off.

That's when I noticed his uniform wasn't real. Kakarot had to hold me down to keep me from ripping the bastard's throat out. Zar collapsed on his knees and began having a nasty attack of the dry heaves. I felt awfully sorry for him. I would have hated to have that guy have a grip on my arm for that long and have to stand his BO. Goten and Trunks apologized for not blasting the guy when he first grabbed Zar but they reminded me that I had extracted a promise from them not to hurt anyone.

Finally, after I had regained my composure and that took me a good minute and a half, I pushed the cart into the register line that was nonexistent. I put all the clothes up on the counter and the lady behind it rung it all up. My eyes nearly burst out of my skull when I looked at the total. It was over two hundred dollars! I sighed and pulled out my money. "Things don't come cheap these days, now do they?" I said to myself as I gave the money to the lady. She smiled sympathetically and gave me back the change.

I picked up one of the bags while Kakarot helpfully picked up the other two. Vegeta, of course, didn't even offer to carry one. We walked back to the car and put the clothes bags in the trunk. We all piled in and after Kakarot had help with his seat belt again, I drove away.

When we reached the house, I had Zar go and get a sleeping bag from the garage. I explained that one of the adults would be sleeping on the couch. Vegeta immediately stomped back to my parents' bedroom with his clothes and locked the door. I looked at Kakarot. "You mind?"

"Looks like I don't have a choice." Kakarot said with a shrug and grinned. I shook my head and checked the clock. Twenty more minutes till Mike said he'd arrive. I stretched and flopped down in my dad's chair. Zar had taken Goten and Trunks back to his room and I could here them having a pillow fight or something resembling one. I shut my eyes and leaned my head back against the headrest. I was so tired! I decided I'd go to bed as soon as I possibly could.

Suddenly, a rumbling shook the living room. I shot to my feet and wildly looked around. Kakarot was blushing from where he sat on the couch. "Don't tell me!" I said with a sigh, "I can guess. You're hungry, right?"

"Yep!" Kakarot grinned the goofy grin he always had.

"There's a pot of soup on the stove." I said then thought better. I got up and turned the stove off, then got out one of the larger bowls and served Kakarot some soup. Like hyenas to a carcass, the demi-Saiyans arrived. I served them too and then Vegeta, who was close behind them.

I looked in the empty pot and then shook my head. I put it in the dishwasher and started it. The doorbell rang. Will my entire week be nonstop work? I asked myself as I went to answer it.

There stood good old Mike, right on the dot. "Mike, you're never late, you're never early and bugs the hell out of me." I said with a grin and ushered him in.

"Yes, well, you make up for what I lack in that department." Mike laughed as he walked into the house, shouldering his heavy-looking backpack.

"Want anything?" I asked him.

"Anything to drink?" he asked.

"Milk, lemonade, coke…" I rattled off all of the possibilities.

"Uh, how about water." He blinked, looking lost. My smile widened and I lead him into the dining room where the Saiyans were eating with my brother watching, a bemused look on his face. Mike sat down without noticing everyone else and pulled out a few books. "So, what exactly do you wish to know?" he asked without looking up as he flipped open one of the covers.

"Is interdimensional or alternate universe traveling possible?" I asked bluntly as I set his water down on the table and sat in the seat next to him.

Mike's head jerked up and he looked at me with an odd stare. Then he noticed Kakarot, Vegeta, Trunks, Goten and my gutei. "Hey all." He said nervously. Mike doesn't like meeting a lot of strange people at one time, you see.

"And you are?" Zar asked. "I'm Bouke's brother."

"Mike." Mike rubbed his neck as he had a habit of doing when he in uncomfortable.

"I'm Goku and this is my son, Goten." Kakarot said happily, placing a hand on Goten's shoulder. Goten smiled.

"I'm Trunks. Vegeta's my dad." Trunks grinned.

Wham! Mike was out of his chair and also out cold. I glared at the surrounding people. "Way to go!" I said sarcastically and attempted to wake up Mike as Vegeta snickered.

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Whoa! I guess Mike didn't take that too well, now did he? *lol* First the 'guard' and now this happens to Mike! I'm so mean to my characters! I'm really updating quick lately, huh? But, you all love people who do that so I guess it's okay.

Tanx to all you who review and for the people that put me on their faves list! *sniffe* You all are so nice to me!