"Here it is. Um...I'll leave so you have..." Trunks said then
stopped when her clothing disappeared. He watched her walk over to
the pond with great interest. Her skin was flawless, completely
devoid of any sort of markings. She stopped and looked at him.
"Aren't you coming?" she asked and he looked at her.
"What?"
"You're dirty too. It's probably from all your training. The pond is
big enough for both of us. Come on."
"Don't you feel embarrassed?"
"Should I be? It's not like you're any different than me. If you
don't want to, it's okay."
"If I do, you won't tell anyone, will you?"
"Not if you don't want me to."
"All right. I'll get cleaned."
"Well did you get enough to eat? I don't even want to see the damage
to our kitchen," Bulma said and Goku laughed.
"Come on, Bulma. We're not that destructive," he said.
"No Goku. You somehow manage to keep the plates and bowls intact,"
Piccolo said. "Where's Trunks and that girl? it's getting dark."
"Man, he is a smooth operator," Krillin said and Yamcha nodded his
head.
"Yeah. She hasn't even been here a full day," he said and Bulma
glanced at them.
"Would you shut up? Trunks is not like that," Bulma said.
"He wants you dear," Mrs. Briefs said and Bulma took her infant son
from her mother.
"Isn't that right, dear? You won't let these perverted men affect
you."
"Hey when the need arises, you've got to do what's natural," Yamcha
said and drew back at the look that Bulma gave him.
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"Man, I'm in so much trouble," Trunks said and Loren looked at him.
"Why?" she asked as he began to run.
"Because it's late and what I did....I'm really, really sorry. I
don't usually act like that."
"Why are you apologizing? I told you that we're no different."
"But we are different. Your body is a lot more graceful than mine
and..."
"You both seem out of breath. What have you been doing? Come on
Trunks, I want all the details," Yamcha said and Trunks stared at
him.
"There aren't any details. I was just in a hurry to get back,"
Trunks said.
"Why were you in a hurry to get back?"
"Because it's late and I've got to get some sleep because I need to
get my mind back on training tomorrow. There's not that much time
before the tournament."
"I'm not going to argue with you there. Where's she going to stay?
In your room?"
"Man, I didn't know it was so late! I bet you're glad you're not
married, Piccolo," Goku said and Piccolo looked at him
"I'm going to ignore that," he said and glanced at Loren, who stood
looking him over.
"So where is she going to stay?" Yamcha asked.
"Dad provided me with the perfect solution. This small but
comfortable house. Let's put it somewhere out of the way of prying
eyes. Come with me to the car," Bulma said and Loren looked at her.
"Can't we just fly?" she asked.
"Oh sure, if the men would teach us how."
"I already know how."
"What?"
"I already know how."
"Man if I had known that we could have gotten here a lot faster,"
Trunks said and Piccolo glanced at him.
"Since you've been with her for the longest, maybe you can answer
some of my questions," he said.
"No, we'll fly MY way. In style," Bulma said and threw a capsule on
the ground. When the smoke cleared, Loren clung tightly to Trunks
in fright. Trunks glanced at her and pushed her sharply away.
"Let's go before it's too late."
"Is that thing safe?" Loren and Bulma nodded her head.
"Extremely safe. Come on."
stopped when her clothing disappeared. He watched her walk over to
the pond with great interest. Her skin was flawless, completely
devoid of any sort of markings. She stopped and looked at him.
"Aren't you coming?" she asked and he looked at her.
"What?"
"You're dirty too. It's probably from all your training. The pond is
big enough for both of us. Come on."
"Don't you feel embarrassed?"
"Should I be? It's not like you're any different than me. If you
don't want to, it's okay."
"If I do, you won't tell anyone, will you?"
"Not if you don't want me to."
"All right. I'll get cleaned."
"Well did you get enough to eat? I don't even want to see the damage
to our kitchen," Bulma said and Goku laughed.
"Come on, Bulma. We're not that destructive," he said.
"No Goku. You somehow manage to keep the plates and bowls intact,"
Piccolo said. "Where's Trunks and that girl? it's getting dark."
"Man, he is a smooth operator," Krillin said and Yamcha nodded his
head.
"Yeah. She hasn't even been here a full day," he said and Bulma
glanced at them.
"Would you shut up? Trunks is not like that," Bulma said.
"He wants you dear," Mrs. Briefs said and Bulma took her infant son
from her mother.
"Isn't that right, dear? You won't let these perverted men affect
you."
"Hey when the need arises, you've got to do what's natural," Yamcha
said and drew back at the look that Bulma gave him.
*********************************************************************
"Man, I'm in so much trouble," Trunks said and Loren looked at him.
"Why?" she asked as he began to run.
"Because it's late and what I did....I'm really, really sorry. I
don't usually act like that."
"Why are you apologizing? I told you that we're no different."
"But we are different. Your body is a lot more graceful than mine
and..."
"You both seem out of breath. What have you been doing? Come on
Trunks, I want all the details," Yamcha said and Trunks stared at
him.
"There aren't any details. I was just in a hurry to get back,"
Trunks said.
"Why were you in a hurry to get back?"
"Because it's late and I've got to get some sleep because I need to
get my mind back on training tomorrow. There's not that much time
before the tournament."
"I'm not going to argue with you there. Where's she going to stay?
In your room?"
"Man, I didn't know it was so late! I bet you're glad you're not
married, Piccolo," Goku said and Piccolo looked at him
"I'm going to ignore that," he said and glanced at Loren, who stood
looking him over.
"So where is she going to stay?" Yamcha asked.
"Dad provided me with the perfect solution. This small but
comfortable house. Let's put it somewhere out of the way of prying
eyes. Come with me to the car," Bulma said and Loren looked at her.
"Can't we just fly?" she asked.
"Oh sure, if the men would teach us how."
"I already know how."
"What?"
"I already know how."
"Man if I had known that we could have gotten here a lot faster,"
Trunks said and Piccolo glanced at him.
"Since you've been with her for the longest, maybe you can answer
some of my questions," he said.
"No, we'll fly MY way. In style," Bulma said and threw a capsule on
the ground. When the smoke cleared, Loren clung tightly to Trunks
in fright. Trunks glanced at her and pushed her sharply away.
"Let's go before it's too late."
"Is that thing safe?" Loren and Bulma nodded her head.
"Extremely safe. Come on."