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Author's Note: Here's Chapter 3, hope you enjoy!!!!!

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Project 287


"Chichi, Copy Mode," Bulma said.

"What are you doing?" THe Professor asked her over dinner.

"Teachin' her to eat," Bulma smiled, Chichi began to sit copy Bulma's movements. SHe
lifted the chipsticks to her mouth and swallowed the food.

"I take it she's not human," The King said as he watched Chichi.

"No, but close enough," The Professor said, "Defense unit is not clear enough I suppose.
I'll explain it later."

"Does she know any tricks?" The Prince smirked.

"She knows how to use a gun to blow your brains out," Bulma glared, "She might not be
human, but she isn't an animal!"

"Don't you speak to me that way woman," He growled through clinched teeth.

"Vegeta, we are guests," The King glared, "Behave yourself."

"And Bulma, treat them with respect," The Professor said, "You'd want them to be nice to
you."

"But Dad, he had no right talkin about Chichi that way!" Bulma said.

"I wasn't serious, baka," Vegeta rolled his eyes. Bulma looked over at Chichi who was
still copying Bulma and was standing up, hands on the table and leaning over. Bulma sat back down,
Chichi doing the same.

"So she can use a gun?" Kakkarot asked.

"Not just a gun," The Professor smiled proudly, "She can use any weapon you give her."

"Chichi, End Copy Mode," Bulma said, "Now you can eat on your own!" SHe sounded cheerful.

"Eating, programmed," Chichi said.

"Chichi was not made to eat," The Professor said, "But it's too late now."

"Professor," Marcy's voice came on the picture (screen) intercom, "I have located a
program that we did not place in Project 287's system."

"I'll be there after dinner, Marcy," THe Professor said.

"That was me," Bulma smiled, "I programmed a fashion sense into her when I picked out her
clothes."

"..." The Professor just stared at his daughter, "Trust you to teach her something she
not need to defend."

"Well, she couldn't go around wearing tacky clothes that she picked!" Bulma smiled,
"And why did you make her so pretty?"

"What?" Her Father looked at his daughter oddly.

"Scratch that, why did you make her a woman?" Bulma asked. The Professor began to stutter.

"A woman is better at decieving," The Professor said, "It's easier that way." Bulma
raised her eyebrow.

"Yeah well, it makes it easier to make her a friend that way I guess," She told him.

"You know that..." THe Professor was interrupted by Bulma's hand waving.

"Yeah yeah, I know," She said, "Oh well."

"...I suppose she can be your bodyguard," The Professor said, "Since I created one, why
not create another?"

"Because, it's awful," Bulma said, shocking him, "You can't create life, Dad, you just gotta
let it take it's course."

"...Maybe you're right," Her Father stated.

"Do you always have conversations at dinner?" Raditz asked.

"Yes, why?" Bulma asked.

"There's no problem with it, I just find it amusing," Raditz told her.

"We Saiyans only eat," The King explained, "We find talking to be a less useful trait."

"I find talking to be the most important trait," BUlma smiled.

"With you, that isn't a good thing," The Prince smirked. Bulma glared.

"Do not insult Lady Bulma," Chichi's gaze stared in front of her, "It is disrespectful
to the Brief family in their household."

"..." Vegeta simply went on eating.




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