Disclaimer: I don't own DB/Z/GT
A/N: Wow…been a while…
Bulma slammed on the brakes in front of Capsule Corps. and jumped out of the car, racing into the building. Chichi followed close behind, her calm face showed nothing was wrong.
"DAD!" Bulma yelled, her voice echoing in the halls, "THEY'VE BEEN COPIED! CHICHI! SHE'S BEEN COPIED!" Her Father stepped out of his office and nodded.
"I see that," He told her and pointed to the cameras that were hidden all around the country, "I've got to keep tabs on what each place is coming up with… if I want to beat them all."
"Dad, what'll we do?" Bulma asked frantically.
"They've proven to be killers," Dr. Briefs said, "He made them to murder and control." He let out a deep sigh, "They've got the strength of Chichi, but they look different. Each one was made to look the same, female body, blonde hair… green eyes. Unmistakably my design though. Chichi can not handle this alone."
"The Saiyans," Bulma told him, "The Saiyans can destroy them!"
"Don't jump to conclusions," Dr. Briefs told her, "It's be up to them if they wanted to help. This is our planet, our problem, not theirs. This is my mistake."
"We'll help," Kakkarot said, walking into the room.
"If we want a peace plan, the least we can do is take care of a few machines," Vegeta frowned and leaned against a wall, "Although this is your screw up."
"Don't blame it on my father!" Bulma shouted.
"Thank you," Dr. Briefs smiled. Kakkarot, Chichi and Vegeta all went outside and made their separate ways.
A/N: I know, I know… that was WAY short. Sorry! I'll update soon! Haha… Thanks for the reviews!
