Bra Meets Nutty
The daring Space Captain, Nutty, must endure another tedious day of flying through the artificial light of life in space," Nutty spoke into her wrist- com, doing some homework calculations. NASA had this bright idea to see how a teen could cope in space for a couple weeks. Nutty had to lie her way through the Sanity Tests, but she made it. She was IN SPACE! Whoo hoo!!!
But for all that work, it was still really boring. All she had to do was work with a pencil while mechanical objects checked her health, life signs, and mentality.
"What mentality?", she muttered, forgetting the wrist-com was on.
She hated being hooked up to machines... reminded her of another person, another life. But it was part of the requirements of going forth into the journey of knowledge.
"Knowledge ha!", she said again, the wrist-com recording every word. "More like another ad for money."
NASA had slowly lost funding as the public interest died down, so every little part counted. Sending a normal, non-trained (well, partially) person into space with a forty billion dollar space craft was big money.
"And I don't even get HALF of that money...", the poor wrist-com wasn't getting entire thoughts, but what the hey, no one but Nutty was going to listen to it play back anyway.
Switching on some Pink Floyd, she continued to work on Einstein's theory of relativity.
"Note to self: Never just disappear and give Kara access to my energy..." Nutty turned from the equations that she loved, and turned to the homework she hated. Now THERE was a definite waste of energy. Algebra was so easy, she barely had to give a Newton of thought to do it.
"Second note to self: Kill Mom for suggesting homework as a good thing to do on a boring trip..."
All of a sudden, a voice came over the NASA Headquarters intercom.
"Miss Nutty, we regret to inform you that you are about to die."
"WHAT?!"
"You are prematurely entering the atmosphere. I am SO sorry."
"Well, I am too!"
A soft beep ended the transmission.
"@&*%$&#@^*&^*&^!%*%$&*^(%&)#(&", Nutty unknowingly recorded into the wrist- com.
"This is NOT how I imagined death... something a little more honorable would be preferred for the daring space captain...." she muttered while she dug through a small duffel bag she had smuggled on.
Nearby a small screen came on, showing the entire US grieving for her.
"I'm not even dead yet dumb-ass country!", she banged her head on the screen.
Suddenly an idea popped into her head, "Hey... maybe I'm over a body of water!!", she looked out the window and saw ground rushing toward her.
She continued banging her head on the screen. The capsule began to shake violently. Items were thrown about. Nutty couldn't stand straight as she reentered the atmosphere.
She was flung about violently until her head met with the corner of the intercom. The last thing she saw was blood, dripping from her forehead. Then it all went black.
Vegeta was training furiously in the gravity room. Punch, punch, punch, KICK!! He was in heaven since Bulma installed that new shadow device which allowed you to fight a hologram of yourself.
The warning light went off. Someone was either waiting to use the gravity room, or wanted to talk to him. He would make them wait a bit longer. The warning indicator went off again.
With a growl, he hovered to the ground, turned off the gravity, and opened the door. He was relieved that it wasn't someone who wanted to use the gravity room. He was happy on his own.
It was his charming, blue-haired, young, daughter; Bra.
"Daddy, Pan and I just got back from the mall. I wanted your opinion on how this looked.", Bra held the brightly colored material up to herself and whirled.
"It looks great. Now leave me alone.", he grunted, prepared to go back into the gravity room.
With a bright flash of light, the gravity room exploded. Bra huddled behind her father who was covering his eyes. For a moment he couldn't think. Then the anger came.
In the middle of his cherished gravity room, WITH NEW INSTALLMENTS NONE THE LESS, was what looked like a space capsule, like the ones that they used in America.
Walking through the smoldering ash which was once his pride and joy, he came upon the capsule, ripping the hatch off of it. He was about to blast whatever was enclosed in it when his daughter came jumping behind him.
"Daddy! Let's see if they are alive BEFORE you blast them..." Vegeta grudgingly agreed and let his daughter look around inside.
"Yup, there's someTHING alive in here...." Bra came out hauling a feminine figure over her shoulder.
She held up her hand before her father could power up enough to shoot the alien. "Daddy!" She admonished.
"You might not want to touch it... It's bleeding." Vegeta pointed out.
Bra looked down at 'it' and saw the blood seeping from a cut in her forehead. "Daddy.... if the capsule is from America, and we are assuming she is as well, shouldn't we also assume she's human?"
"That's even worse than what I originally thought she was..." Bra gave him a weird look and moved the person to a guest room.
"OH SHIT WHERE AM I?" asked Nutty, shooting straight up from her inert position on a soft bed.
"Huh?" came from across the room as the girl sitting in the chair sat up. "Oh, you're up."
"Yeah, I'm up." Nutty said, accidentally answering in Japanese, the same language the girl used.
"I thought you were American."
"I am."
"Then why did you answer in Japanese?"
"It's a second language."
"Do Americans use sentences longer than four words?"
"Usually..."
"Wow!"
The two girls continued the conversation comparing countries. (in Japanese considering that Bra didn't know American!)
The door creaked open, and Trunks head popped in.
"Hey Sis! Can I borrow your new lap top?"
"Why?" Bra asked suspiciously. She became even more suspicious when Trunks expression became sheepish.
"Not again! How can you keep blowing up computers?"
"It's not my fault! I get so frustrated, and I can't seem to keep my ki away from my fingertips, I want to blow it up so- Um, Bra? Who's she?"
"Oh cripes! Um....This is Nutty. She just dropped in..."
"Literally," Nutty said for the first time since the young man entered the room.
"Oh, one of those cases, huh? Well, enjoy your stay, humanoid," and Trunks proceeded to leave the room, toting his sister's computer.
"Who was that?" Nutty asked, turning back to Bra.
"Oh, that was just my older brother, Trunks. You don't have a crush on him, do you?"
"NO! Why do you ask?"
" Because almost everyone else does, including my other friends..."
"Well, I have this thing about dating my friends brothers..."
"That's good. HEY!" An idea came into Bra's head. "Want to go shopping?"
Nutty knew there was going to be trouble when that light came into a girl's eyes....
And of course, she was right. As soon as they walked into the mall, the shop-a-holic decided to go into the most expensive shop on the continent. After trying on each and every piece of clothing in the store, she decided on the three most costly outfits (credit cards accepted, of course ) and convinced Nutty to buy one of the cheapest (and it still depleted her funds to an extreme).
Well all that shopping must of plum tuckered out Bra, so she decided that they needed to take a break and eat something (at the most expensive restaurant, OF COURSE). There the saiya-jin ate.... like a saiya-jin, shocking her guest to an extreme. Bra's host was just as shocked, and angry, when he discovered the friends who had just cleared his buffet table, only had credit cards on them (which were not so accepted...). They spent a couple HOURS washing dishes.
"Well, how was I supposed to know I'd left all my cash on the dresser?"
"You only had a credit card on you! How could you NOT KNOW?!"
"Well..... I didn't look?"
"YOU DIDN'T LOOK?! Wouldn't the cash have been right next to the credit card?"
"Um.... maybe?"
Nutty just glared at Bra and continued scrubbing the particle of food super- glued to the plate she was trying to wash.
"After all those dishes, you definitely owe me these..." Nutty said, holding up a pair of geeky, round, black sun glasses.
"But they're so.... so..."
"Cool? Hip? Completely awesome?"
"Not quite my choice of words..."
"Well, I like them. And they are REALLY cheap. Come on! You owe me! And you still have all those dumb credit cards..."
"Um... I dunno..."
"Please??? You're brother will absolutely hate them."
"I'll do it."
Bra and Nutty walked into Capsule Corp. Mansion. Bra was hiding her head. She didn't want to be seen with Nutty while she was wearing those geeky glasses. Who would?
"Is that popular in America?", Bra asked, pointing to the glasses setting on the bridge of Nutty's nose.
"Not really...", Nutty grinned from ear to ear.
"Than why do you want to wear them?"
"Well... I dunno. They're weird, different, and something that you will see on almost no one else. And they were cheap."
Bra put her head down in defeat.
"Hey Goten." Bra said, walking past. Then she did a double take, "GOTEN?!"
"Hi to you too, Bra." Goten said, amused. She hadn't even noticed her brother walking along with the guy. "Who's your friend?"
Bra glared at Nutty, like the dude paying attention to her was all Nutty's fault. "This is Nutty... she's from the US."
"You mean she's not from Outer Space?!" Trunks asked, looking at the person in question's face.
"You make that sound like it's a bad thing," Nutty said, grinning.
"Nice glasses," Goten commented as he dragged a sputtering Trunks away ("They look awful... geeky....").
Bra glared at Nutty again.
"What?"
Bra just shook her head and dragged Nutty into her bedroom.
"Okay, what's up?"
"I like Goten. In fact, I think I'm in love with him."
"That buzz cut wearing freak?"
"HEY! He complimented you on those glasses..."
"I think his intelligence was flying out the window at the moment. But no, really... you'd make a cute couple."
"You think so?" Bra's eyes lost the angry glitter and took on a dull dreamy look.
A couple seconds went by, and the blue eyes lost their dreamy look.
"So who do you like? Tell tell tell!"
, wondering. How many boys could she possibly like anyway?
All of a sudden, Nutty stopped thinking and said, "None."
Bra just fell over in exasperation, "Are you serious?"
"Yeah... why?", Nutty curled her legs up to her body.
"Not one?"
Nutty thought again, "Nope..."
"Not one, insy, winsy, little crush?"
"No..."
"You ARE as weird as you say you are..."
"I know... isn't it great!?"
Bra rolled her eyes and smacked her forehead. "What am I going to do with you?"
"Do anything you like, but please don't give me to the aliens."
"Huh?"
"Well, I figured aliens were a regular occurrence around here, so... I just don't want to be handed over to them for probing or whatever it is aliens do."
"I AM AN ALIEN!"
Nutty's eyes practically popped out of her head. "DON'T EAT ME PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAASE!
"Saiya-jin's don't eat people... well, at least half-saiya-jins don't. I don't like raw meat any more than a normal human does."
"What a relief. What's a Saiya-jin?"
Bra continued on into what a Saiya-jin was, what had happened since Goku had been born, basically her family history. (It took FOREVER, so I am not going to state all of that. You're just gonna have to figure it out :P)
Goten walked in to find Bra out of breath from telling an entire story within 1 1/2 lines.
"Whoa... you okay?" Goten walked over an patted Bra's slender back while she coughed, trying to get her breath back.
"Yeah, I'll be fine... once the stupid narrator stops making this so HARD!" she growled at the narrator. (HEY! WHO SAID YOU CAN TALK TO ME? I'M NOT EVEN REALLY PART OF THIS STORY!)
"Alright, just checking. Trunks wants to know if he can borrow a case of disks."
"An entire CASE? What are you going to do with all that memory?" Nutty asked.
Goten looked nervous. "Um... that's classified information."
"Which branch?" Nutty asked impatiently.
"Huh?" Goten and Bra looked at her strangely.
"Never mind. ANYways, what are you doing?"
"Do I have to say?"
"If you want those disks you have to." Bra growled at him fiercely.
"Uh... maybe you should come see. I can't really explain it as good as Trunks..." The girls followed Goten down the halls into Trunks room. Bra set the disks inside the doorway of the darkened room and walked in, watching the computer screen in front of her brother without blinking.
"You're continuing Mom's research on Cybernetics."
"Yup.... VERY high tech. DON'T TOUCH THAT!" Bra had been reaching for a silver ball sitting next to the keyboard, but Trunks startled her into pulling her hand back. Her fingers must have gotten close enough to startle whatever it was, because two small, cartoon looking eyes opened and studied Bra laughingly.
"Meet Idgit."
When Bra gave him a weird look, Trunks shrugged and said, "Goten named it."
Nutty wasn't paying attention to the computer language the brother and sister were sharing. She was wondering what the heck the thing was. She bent down and looked it blue eye to steel eye. Then she started poking it. A reasonable way to find out what it was made of, but for some reason it took offense to it.
The Idgit bit down on her index finger with a toothless mouth. Nutty began panicking. She tried to shake the creature off, her eyes as wide as saucers, but it stuck fast. This made our daring space captain go into hysteria even more, and she started running around the room, trying to get the dumb thing off her.
"Getitoffgetitoffgetitoffgetitoff!" she yelled as she banged it against a nearby wall (what a convenient weapon...). Finally the rest of the room realize what was going on between the cyborg and human.
"THAT'S SENSITIVE EQUIPMENT YOU'RE BEATING ON!!!" Roared Trunks, grabbing the Idgit from the wall and pressing a button on its head. The mouth once again became invisible and the eyes closed, releasing Nutty from the Chinese finger trap. The Cyborg remained unscaved, but Nutty had tiny bite marks going totally around the end of her pointer finger.
"Sensitive my butt..." She muttered, but the glare Trunks sent her kept her silent. He cradled the silver ball in his arms like a child, and set it gently back in the clearing of chaos (aka: His desk) .
"Okay, so explain to me again the point of having the personality chip?"
"I HATE IDGIT!!!" rang through the house.
"Looks like Veggie-chan met Idgit." commented Nutty to Bra.
Bra just nodded in agreement.
With that, Nutty, our daring space captain, was permanently left in the care of the Briefs family; atleast until someone from America could identify her.
Fin~
The daring Space Captain, Nutty, must endure another tedious day of flying through the artificial light of life in space," Nutty spoke into her wrist- com, doing some homework calculations. NASA had this bright idea to see how a teen could cope in space for a couple weeks. Nutty had to lie her way through the Sanity Tests, but she made it. She was IN SPACE! Whoo hoo!!!
But for all that work, it was still really boring. All she had to do was work with a pencil while mechanical objects checked her health, life signs, and mentality.
"What mentality?", she muttered, forgetting the wrist-com was on.
She hated being hooked up to machines... reminded her of another person, another life. But it was part of the requirements of going forth into the journey of knowledge.
"Knowledge ha!", she said again, the wrist-com recording every word. "More like another ad for money."
NASA had slowly lost funding as the public interest died down, so every little part counted. Sending a normal, non-trained (well, partially) person into space with a forty billion dollar space craft was big money.
"And I don't even get HALF of that money...", the poor wrist-com wasn't getting entire thoughts, but what the hey, no one but Nutty was going to listen to it play back anyway.
Switching on some Pink Floyd, she continued to work on Einstein's theory of relativity.
"Note to self: Never just disappear and give Kara access to my energy..." Nutty turned from the equations that she loved, and turned to the homework she hated. Now THERE was a definite waste of energy. Algebra was so easy, she barely had to give a Newton of thought to do it.
"Second note to self: Kill Mom for suggesting homework as a good thing to do on a boring trip..."
All of a sudden, a voice came over the NASA Headquarters intercom.
"Miss Nutty, we regret to inform you that you are about to die."
"WHAT?!"
"You are prematurely entering the atmosphere. I am SO sorry."
"Well, I am too!"
A soft beep ended the transmission.
"@&*%$&#@^*&^*&^!%*%$&*^(%&)#(&", Nutty unknowingly recorded into the wrist- com.
"This is NOT how I imagined death... something a little more honorable would be preferred for the daring space captain...." she muttered while she dug through a small duffel bag she had smuggled on.
Nearby a small screen came on, showing the entire US grieving for her.
"I'm not even dead yet dumb-ass country!", she banged her head on the screen.
Suddenly an idea popped into her head, "Hey... maybe I'm over a body of water!!", she looked out the window and saw ground rushing toward her.
She continued banging her head on the screen. The capsule began to shake violently. Items were thrown about. Nutty couldn't stand straight as she reentered the atmosphere.
She was flung about violently until her head met with the corner of the intercom. The last thing she saw was blood, dripping from her forehead. Then it all went black.
Vegeta was training furiously in the gravity room. Punch, punch, punch, KICK!! He was in heaven since Bulma installed that new shadow device which allowed you to fight a hologram of yourself.
The warning light went off. Someone was either waiting to use the gravity room, or wanted to talk to him. He would make them wait a bit longer. The warning indicator went off again.
With a growl, he hovered to the ground, turned off the gravity, and opened the door. He was relieved that it wasn't someone who wanted to use the gravity room. He was happy on his own.
It was his charming, blue-haired, young, daughter; Bra.
"Daddy, Pan and I just got back from the mall. I wanted your opinion on how this looked.", Bra held the brightly colored material up to herself and whirled.
"It looks great. Now leave me alone.", he grunted, prepared to go back into the gravity room.
With a bright flash of light, the gravity room exploded. Bra huddled behind her father who was covering his eyes. For a moment he couldn't think. Then the anger came.
In the middle of his cherished gravity room, WITH NEW INSTALLMENTS NONE THE LESS, was what looked like a space capsule, like the ones that they used in America.
Walking through the smoldering ash which was once his pride and joy, he came upon the capsule, ripping the hatch off of it. He was about to blast whatever was enclosed in it when his daughter came jumping behind him.
"Daddy! Let's see if they are alive BEFORE you blast them..." Vegeta grudgingly agreed and let his daughter look around inside.
"Yup, there's someTHING alive in here...." Bra came out hauling a feminine figure over her shoulder.
She held up her hand before her father could power up enough to shoot the alien. "Daddy!" She admonished.
"You might not want to touch it... It's bleeding." Vegeta pointed out.
Bra looked down at 'it' and saw the blood seeping from a cut in her forehead. "Daddy.... if the capsule is from America, and we are assuming she is as well, shouldn't we also assume she's human?"
"That's even worse than what I originally thought she was..." Bra gave him a weird look and moved the person to a guest room.
"OH SHIT WHERE AM I?" asked Nutty, shooting straight up from her inert position on a soft bed.
"Huh?" came from across the room as the girl sitting in the chair sat up. "Oh, you're up."
"Yeah, I'm up." Nutty said, accidentally answering in Japanese, the same language the girl used.
"I thought you were American."
"I am."
"Then why did you answer in Japanese?"
"It's a second language."
"Do Americans use sentences longer than four words?"
"Usually..."
"Wow!"
The two girls continued the conversation comparing countries. (in Japanese considering that Bra didn't know American!)
The door creaked open, and Trunks head popped in.
"Hey Sis! Can I borrow your new lap top?"
"Why?" Bra asked suspiciously. She became even more suspicious when Trunks expression became sheepish.
"Not again! How can you keep blowing up computers?"
"It's not my fault! I get so frustrated, and I can't seem to keep my ki away from my fingertips, I want to blow it up so- Um, Bra? Who's she?"
"Oh cripes! Um....This is Nutty. She just dropped in..."
"Literally," Nutty said for the first time since the young man entered the room.
"Oh, one of those cases, huh? Well, enjoy your stay, humanoid," and Trunks proceeded to leave the room, toting his sister's computer.
"Who was that?" Nutty asked, turning back to Bra.
"Oh, that was just my older brother, Trunks. You don't have a crush on him, do you?"
"NO! Why do you ask?"
" Because almost everyone else does, including my other friends..."
"Well, I have this thing about dating my friends brothers..."
"That's good. HEY!" An idea came into Bra's head. "Want to go shopping?"
Nutty knew there was going to be trouble when that light came into a girl's eyes....
And of course, she was right. As soon as they walked into the mall, the shop-a-holic decided to go into the most expensive shop on the continent. After trying on each and every piece of clothing in the store, she decided on the three most costly outfits (credit cards accepted, of course ) and convinced Nutty to buy one of the cheapest (and it still depleted her funds to an extreme).
Well all that shopping must of plum tuckered out Bra, so she decided that they needed to take a break and eat something (at the most expensive restaurant, OF COURSE). There the saiya-jin ate.... like a saiya-jin, shocking her guest to an extreme. Bra's host was just as shocked, and angry, when he discovered the friends who had just cleared his buffet table, only had credit cards on them (which were not so accepted...). They spent a couple HOURS washing dishes.
"Well, how was I supposed to know I'd left all my cash on the dresser?"
"You only had a credit card on you! How could you NOT KNOW?!"
"Well..... I didn't look?"
"YOU DIDN'T LOOK?! Wouldn't the cash have been right next to the credit card?"
"Um.... maybe?"
Nutty just glared at Bra and continued scrubbing the particle of food super- glued to the plate she was trying to wash.
"After all those dishes, you definitely owe me these..." Nutty said, holding up a pair of geeky, round, black sun glasses.
"But they're so.... so..."
"Cool? Hip? Completely awesome?"
"Not quite my choice of words..."
"Well, I like them. And they are REALLY cheap. Come on! You owe me! And you still have all those dumb credit cards..."
"Um... I dunno..."
"Please??? You're brother will absolutely hate them."
"I'll do it."
Bra and Nutty walked into Capsule Corp. Mansion. Bra was hiding her head. She didn't want to be seen with Nutty while she was wearing those geeky glasses. Who would?
"Is that popular in America?", Bra asked, pointing to the glasses setting on the bridge of Nutty's nose.
"Not really...", Nutty grinned from ear to ear.
"Than why do you want to wear them?"
"Well... I dunno. They're weird, different, and something that you will see on almost no one else. And they were cheap."
Bra put her head down in defeat.
"Hey Goten." Bra said, walking past. Then she did a double take, "GOTEN?!"
"Hi to you too, Bra." Goten said, amused. She hadn't even noticed her brother walking along with the guy. "Who's your friend?"
Bra glared at Nutty, like the dude paying attention to her was all Nutty's fault. "This is Nutty... she's from the US."
"You mean she's not from Outer Space?!" Trunks asked, looking at the person in question's face.
"You make that sound like it's a bad thing," Nutty said, grinning.
"Nice glasses," Goten commented as he dragged a sputtering Trunks away ("They look awful... geeky....").
Bra glared at Nutty again.
"What?"
Bra just shook her head and dragged Nutty into her bedroom.
"Okay, what's up?"
"I like Goten. In fact, I think I'm in love with him."
"That buzz cut wearing freak?"
"HEY! He complimented you on those glasses..."
"I think his intelligence was flying out the window at the moment. But no, really... you'd make a cute couple."
"You think so?" Bra's eyes lost the angry glitter and took on a dull dreamy look.
A couple seconds went by, and the blue eyes lost their dreamy look.
"So who do you like? Tell tell tell!"
, wondering. How many boys could she possibly like anyway?
All of a sudden, Nutty stopped thinking and said, "None."
Bra just fell over in exasperation, "Are you serious?"
"Yeah... why?", Nutty curled her legs up to her body.
"Not one?"
Nutty thought again, "Nope..."
"Not one, insy, winsy, little crush?"
"No..."
"You ARE as weird as you say you are..."
"I know... isn't it great!?"
Bra rolled her eyes and smacked her forehead. "What am I going to do with you?"
"Do anything you like, but please don't give me to the aliens."
"Huh?"
"Well, I figured aliens were a regular occurrence around here, so... I just don't want to be handed over to them for probing or whatever it is aliens do."
"I AM AN ALIEN!"
Nutty's eyes practically popped out of her head. "DON'T EAT ME PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAASE!
"Saiya-jin's don't eat people... well, at least half-saiya-jins don't. I don't like raw meat any more than a normal human does."
"What a relief. What's a Saiya-jin?"
Bra continued on into what a Saiya-jin was, what had happened since Goku had been born, basically her family history. (It took FOREVER, so I am not going to state all of that. You're just gonna have to figure it out :P)
Goten walked in to find Bra out of breath from telling an entire story within 1 1/2 lines.
"Whoa... you okay?" Goten walked over an patted Bra's slender back while she coughed, trying to get her breath back.
"Yeah, I'll be fine... once the stupid narrator stops making this so HARD!" she growled at the narrator. (HEY! WHO SAID YOU CAN TALK TO ME? I'M NOT EVEN REALLY PART OF THIS STORY!)
"Alright, just checking. Trunks wants to know if he can borrow a case of disks."
"An entire CASE? What are you going to do with all that memory?" Nutty asked.
Goten looked nervous. "Um... that's classified information."
"Which branch?" Nutty asked impatiently.
"Huh?" Goten and Bra looked at her strangely.
"Never mind. ANYways, what are you doing?"
"Do I have to say?"
"If you want those disks you have to." Bra growled at him fiercely.
"Uh... maybe you should come see. I can't really explain it as good as Trunks..." The girls followed Goten down the halls into Trunks room. Bra set the disks inside the doorway of the darkened room and walked in, watching the computer screen in front of her brother without blinking.
"You're continuing Mom's research on Cybernetics."
"Yup.... VERY high tech. DON'T TOUCH THAT!" Bra had been reaching for a silver ball sitting next to the keyboard, but Trunks startled her into pulling her hand back. Her fingers must have gotten close enough to startle whatever it was, because two small, cartoon looking eyes opened and studied Bra laughingly.
"Meet Idgit."
When Bra gave him a weird look, Trunks shrugged and said, "Goten named it."
Nutty wasn't paying attention to the computer language the brother and sister were sharing. She was wondering what the heck the thing was. She bent down and looked it blue eye to steel eye. Then she started poking it. A reasonable way to find out what it was made of, but for some reason it took offense to it.
The Idgit bit down on her index finger with a toothless mouth. Nutty began panicking. She tried to shake the creature off, her eyes as wide as saucers, but it stuck fast. This made our daring space captain go into hysteria even more, and she started running around the room, trying to get the dumb thing off her.
"Getitoffgetitoffgetitoffgetitoff!" she yelled as she banged it against a nearby wall (what a convenient weapon...). Finally the rest of the room realize what was going on between the cyborg and human.
"THAT'S SENSITIVE EQUIPMENT YOU'RE BEATING ON!!!" Roared Trunks, grabbing the Idgit from the wall and pressing a button on its head. The mouth once again became invisible and the eyes closed, releasing Nutty from the Chinese finger trap. The Cyborg remained unscaved, but Nutty had tiny bite marks going totally around the end of her pointer finger.
"Sensitive my butt..." She muttered, but the glare Trunks sent her kept her silent. He cradled the silver ball in his arms like a child, and set it gently back in the clearing of chaos (aka: His desk) .
"Okay, so explain to me again the point of having the personality chip?"
"I HATE IDGIT!!!" rang through the house.
"Looks like Veggie-chan met Idgit." commented Nutty to Bra.
Bra just nodded in agreement.
With that, Nutty, our daring space captain, was permanently left in the care of the Briefs family; atleast until someone from America could identify her.
Fin~
