Hiya! It's chapter threeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!! As I said in chapter one I don't own any dbz charcters or the upcoming ffx character, okie dokie? Good ( Thank you for the wonderful reviews!! You all deserve hugs and kisses ^^ heheh.

on with the story!

Chapter 3

Later that night, while Bulma was out and Vegeta was training, Tika was sitting on the window sill, her arms cuddling her legs. She sighed. Vegeta sure did seem different ... somehow. When they were young, although Vegeta was always so stubborn, Vegeta was also a little bit ... soft. 'I guess he turned that way when I left and mother and father died', Tika thought. She was sure she had a slight crush on her bro back then. 'Hehe, he was just sooo adorable. That lil evil grin on his face ... those tears that slid down his face when he was hurt, and I was there to comfort him and make him laugh ... and love him ...' Tika's mind kept wandering. Her mouth curved to a sad frown. Her head leaned against the window, looking down upon Vegeta who was still 'Final Blasting' and 'Hoo - Ha' ing.

Tika sighed. Vegeta was Vegeta, yes, but not the Vegeta she knew when she was six. Tika climbed off the windowsill and scrambled into her bed.

The very next day, Tika was woken by Vegeta.

"Rise and shine Tika! I've made porridge! And it's happy to see you!"

Tika opened her eyes and in front of her face was a bowl of porridge with, god knows why, two eggs and a bacon, shaped like a smiley face. Tika groaned. She just wanted sleep. She decided it was best to wake up and eat the porridge, so that she didn't offend Vegeta. She ate it slowly. Vegeta frowned.

"Doesn't it taste nice?" Vegeta asked.

"Oh, um, yeah .... it-it tastes just fine..." Tika trailed off. Vegeta cupped his hands into hers and sat on the bed with her. His face was full of concern.

"What's wrong?" He asked. He looked sad for her. Tika put down her chop sticks and turned her head away. Vegeta leaned closer.

"What's the matter? It is me - Vegeta."

"I know it is. But ..." Tika stammered. Then tears rolled down her eyes. "You're just not the same." She chocked out, and she got up and walked out of the room. Vegeta looked surprised. Then he realised his mouth was open and closed it. He sat on the bed and fiddled with her breakfast. He changed that smiley face to a sad face.

"Perhaps I have changed ... I thought I was too soft then ... perhaps she prefers me as I was ..." Vegeta wondered. He grabbed the porridge.

"Well I can't waste it." He said, and he ate it, even if it wasn't as good as Bulma's. Now that's saying something. After he was finished eating, he went downstairs and put the bowl in the sink.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STOP IT! THAT T-HI-HI-HI-CLES!!!!!" AAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!"

Vegeta turned around at the voice of his son. He looked in the living room and saw Tika tickling Trunks. Vegeta sighed with relief as he leaned against the door frame with his arms folded, and watched them play.

"Oh, hi Vegeta." Tika said, smiling.

"Hi."

"Dad! Save me! She's torturing Me-hee-hee-hee!!" Trunks said, as Tika started tickling him again.

"Hey, NO FAIR! GET OFF! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!"

Tika stopped tickling him and stood up and walked to Vegeta. She put her hair behind her ears.

"Wanna go down town and ... I dunno, get somethin to eat? Drink?"

"Umm, ok."

"Ok, let's go. Hey Trunks, tell Bulma that me and Vegeta have gone downtown ok?"

"Sure."

"Good guy."

Tika grabbed her coat and they went out the door. Then they flew to the little café shop just down the road. They entered and sat down.

"So, uh, why did you want us to come here? Because of what happened this morning?"

"I ... I don't know."

"I don't understand Tika -"

"Ssh keep it down! I'm famous! Remember?"

"Sure. Look, I don't understand why I have changed. What do you mean?"

"I - I don't know. I was hoping you knew."

"Ready to order?" asked the waitress. Tika hid her face and put on a voice.

"Um, I'll just have coffee please. Two sugars."

"Uh, n-nothing thanks." Said Vegeta. He wasn't very thirsty at the moment. "Great, I forgot to put on a fake identity." Tika whispered.

"Back to where we were." Vegeta interrupted. Tika paused. "Why am I different?"

"I don't know! You just are." Tika was getting annoyed now. "You just are." She repeated. She bit her lip and thought back. "Now, you're just so determined and ... and you're so hell - bent on trying to defeat Goku and surpass him."

"That's what a Saiyan does! That's what Saiyans do!"

"I'm a Saiyan too I think I should know! You know, when you were ten and I was six, you said you'd give up everything for me. See me, comfort me and when father was being mean and when Frieza showed his face ... you were always there ... to hold me, look after me, love me ... and now, now you hardly take notice of your family or me. You're always in that bloody room training! Do you never take a day off?"

"No I don't. A Saiyans task is to get stronger."

"Well let me tell you this Vegeta. People don't always get stronger by training."

"What are you on about?"

"I never did. I hardly trained at all, if ever. Yet, I'm Super Saiyan 4 - Master Saiyan."

"Then it's a miracle."

"No it's not Vegeta. Listen, I'm not letting you train in that Gravity room, until you've figured out what I'm on about."

"Here's your coffee ma'am." The waitress said, and handed Tika her drink. She drank it in silence, as Vegeta stared at the table, trying to figure what Tika said.

'But it's impossible.' Vegeta thought. 'You can't get stronger unless you train ...'

Tika seemed to read his mind.

"It's not impossible Vegeta." She put her mug down and paid the bill, and then they were off. It was two o'clock when they arrived back home. Tika hung her coat on the coat hanger and sat down on the settee in the living room. She put the TV on and started to watch some programmes. Vegeta sat down beside her and put his feet up. His head leaned to one side and closed his eyes.

"I'm surprised you didn't argue when I said that you shouldn't train."

"I'm not that stupid. I should know that when you get mad, you get mad."

"So what are you doing?"

"Sleeping on it." He said, as he drifted into a sleep.

"Well there's one thing that hasn't changed. Snoring. Hehe." Tika giggled as she looked at Vegeta who was snoring softly. An hour passed. Vegeta woke up, yawning and stretching. He heard two female voices coming from the kitchen.

"... Yeah I know. You know, other men ... well, when I was going out with Yamcha, even though he cheated on me countless times, he always said he loved me. Vegeta always said it was because he was a weakling. Yet, me and Vegeta live with each other and not once, has he said those three beautiful words 'I love you.' "

"Heck, well he does love you. He gave you Trunks didn't he?"

"Oh, hi Vegeta." Bulma said.

Vegeta didn't say a word. He just went straight to the fridge to get something to eat.

"Not training Vegeta?" Bulma asked. Vegeta still said nothing. Instead, he kicked the fridge door shut and entered the living room again.

"I'm making him not to train."

"Good on you. Honestly, the times I have to repair that thing ... you just can't even begin to imagine! Well, I gotta go and do some food shopping. I can't take Vegeta with me. He is a total nightmare."

Tika laughed.

"I know! I mean, what kind of idiot thinks Tomato Purée is ice cream?!" Tika laughed.

"Ha, ha, well I'll see soon." Bulma said, as she walked out of the door. Tika entered the living room and sat down next to Vegeta who was eating very slowly.

"Still thinking, eh?"

"Mmm."

Tika peered over Vegeta's shoulders and went for the food.

"Oi! That's my food!" Vegeta wailed.

"Oh, who cares!" Tika played. Then Trunks entered the room.

"Tika ..."

"Son, she is your Auntie. Auntie Tika."

"Oh don't worry about that." She said. "Yes Trunks?"

"I was err ... thinking, maybe perhaps ..."

"Go to the park?" Tika guessed.

"Oh, only for an hour ..."

"How about three hours?"

"You mean it?! Thanks!" Said Trunks as he put his arms around Tika's neck.

"We'll go now, yeah?"

"Cool!"

Trunks went out the room and went to get his coat.

"Aren't you coming Vegeta?"

"Guess I got no choice." He moodily said as he got up. Tika wrote a note telling Bulma where they were and they were off.