…Nng…Betty…I mean HALLO! *waves estatically*
*stares at Fresia* …Um…when you're older. *pushes her away, then looks at the spot where Nari was standing* Oh boy…um…gee…hope Trunks doesn't find out…
MT: *walks in* Find out what?
Oo; You're back so soon?
MT: I don't know Spanish. uu;
Oh, well that's good, because Nari just left for Mexico 2 seconds ago! nn; *nervous laughter* Ahahaha!
MT: o_o; But how did she--
Peruru: Firefly told her.
MT: *looks at Firefly angrily*
I was telling Peruru! I didn't know she was like overhearing!
…Okay…chapter time, before Trunks kills me dead! With a rock…or something. Like a tiny net. :P Ooooeeeoooeeeoooeeoooo!
You all realize that I am ranting Kung Pow so Misty will be happy, right? nn;
*~*~*~*
Mirakuru Romansu
Book 1, Part 2, Chapter 9: Saiyajin negotiators
*~*~*~*
Now, as most of you do or do not know, when a Saiyajin is angry and wants answers, he (or sometimes she) will prefer killing, or at least maiming all of the people around him; Then once everyone around the saiyajin are all in absolutely no condition to answer any sort of remark, let alone a question, he (or she) asks, "Okay you bunch of motherfuckers, I wanna ask you a friggin question so stop moaning in pain, shut the hell up, and talk!"
Which proves that Saiyajins don't make the best negotiators.
Fortunately, Vegeta had learned from years of experience that wimpy little creatures such as humans can't answer questions when they are dead. And in the case of female humans, such as the Onna, they won't answer questions when they 'don't feel like taking any of that bullcrap. ' To get answers from any human female, you had to either be good at that thing with the roses and the sweetness and the kissing-- Romance, he believed it was called -- or you scare them _so_ badly that they'll do anything you ask.
Which was so much more complicated then female Saiyajins. If you wanted an answer from a saiyajin female, you had to hit her, and hope she didn't hit you back. That was it.
But, due to the fact that normally it takes somebody a long time before one can completely 'woo' a human girl, and Vegeta really didn't feel like 'wooing' anybody at the moment (or at most moments, for that matter), he decided to go with the later; scare them silly. He flew down towards one, randomly picked a girl with black hair and violet eyes, and grabbed her by the neck, lifting her in the air. "Alright, I want some answers, and I've decided _you're_ the one that's going to give them to me," said Vegeta.
"Gaack!" said the girl, her eyes wide. She grabbed at his wrist with her hands.
"Vegeta, what are you DOING?" Kurillan exclaimed. Vegeta ignored him. He had no time to waste on bald midgets.
The girl next to her, a tall brunette with emerald colored eyes, gasped and took a step back. "Let go of her!" she cried, getting into a fighting stance.
Vegeta would have ignored this remark as well, but the girl said it in such an arrogant way that he just had to raise an eyebrow and look at the brunette. "You honestly expect to fight me? Aha. Don't make me laugh," He turned his attention back to the girl that he had by the throat. "Who the _fuck_ are you people?"
"Gaack aack can't breathe!" she choked.
"Well that's not _my_ problem!" he said rudely.
"Vegeta, stop!" exclaimed Kurillan. "They haven't done anything wrong!"
"What makes you think I care?" Vegeta asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Otousan, don't!" Trunks suddenly flew towards them, grabbing Vegeta's arm and pulling it away from the girl's throat. The girl fell to the ground, gasping for breath, her obsidian black bangs falling in front of her eyes.
Vegeta glared angrily at his son. "What the _fuck_ are you doing, boy?"
Trunks glared back just as angrily. "_Strangling_ people while you're trying to talk to them doesn't work very well, you know," he said sternly.
"Well how do you know? Have you ever _tried_ it?" Vegeta asked contemptuously.
"Vegeta, give it a rest," Kurillan said, rolling his eyes.
"Oh shut up, you moronic MIDGET you," Vegeta countered, glaring down at the shorter man.
"Both of you! SHUT UP!" Trunks yelled very loudly. Both Vegeta and Kurillan froze, and stared at the purple haired demi-saiyajin.
"Whoah…Trunks, calm down…" Kurillan said, backing away oh so slowly.
Trunks rolled his eyes, thinking not so nice things about Kurillan. (For in the past ten minutes alone he had been beaten up by an evil villain, cried on by a ditzy stranger, and then beaten up again by his own father who could almost be considered an evil villain. I'd be frustrated too.) He turned around and looked over at the girl whom Vegeta had started picking on. "Are you alright?"
The girl nodded, and stood up slowly, rubbing her neck. She was kind of pretty, now that Trunks thought about it. "Yeah…I'm fine."
"Who _are_ you people anyway?" Kurillan asked, looking around at them.
"Could ask the same thing about you," one of them muttered. (I'll leave you to guess which one, it's probably pretty obvious…)
"Ah…Ami should we trust them?" The blonde ditzy winged girl asked, leaning over towards the blue haired one with the miniature laptop.
"Well…I suppose so…" 'Ami' said warily, looking fearfully at Vegeta. Vegeta smirked back at her, as if to say, 'Yes, that's right, FEAR ME.' He liked it when people were afraid of him. Which is why he hung around Trunks all the time even though he really could not stand the boy and his 'Ohmygod the jinzouningen are SOOO powerful' bullshit. Of course the boy never actually _said_ anything as corny and…how should he put it…'fan girlish' as that, but Vegeta bet that he probably would if given time. And maybe if he were a girl, of course.
"Alright…um…I'm like…Sailor…wait, no…" The blond one looked over at Ami again. "Ami which name should we use?"
"You have more then one name?" Trunks asked, raising an eyebrow. He knew girls were weird (Just looking at his or Gohan's mother could have told any person with an IQ higher then that of an asparagus that) but these girls were just _too much_.
Ami sweat dropped. "Um…let's just stick with the civilian names, since you've been calling me by mine for the past five minutes."
"Ohhh yeah." The blonde girl nodded, then grinned at the three men. "I'm Usagi, and this is Ami--"
"We noticed," Vegeta interrupted, rolling his eyes.
Usagi paid no attention. "And that's Rei and that's Makato and that's Minako (The other blonde girl waved at Trunks ecstatically, making Trunks with he were somewhere very very very far away) and that's…um…Kouken, right?"
'Kouken' rolled her eyes. "Whatever."
Usagi blinked. "I'll take that as a yes."
"Okay that's very, VERY nice, but WHO THE _FUCK_ ARE YOU?!?" Vegeta yelled.
"Um…we're sai--" Makato tried to but in.
"Tousan, _shut up_." Trunks said angrily.
"We're _sailor se_--"
"Don't you _shut up_ me, boy," Vegeta said just as angrily.
"Oh forget it." the tall brunette said with a sigh.
"Um…excuse me…" Ami spoke up very nervously, but said it with such politeness that everyone had to wonder what the hell she was going to say next. "We're sorry for our…um…very strange entrance--"
"I'll say it was strange," Trunks muttered under his breath.
"--and…well, we kind of need a place to stay, and since you three are the first…erm, _nice_ (Trunks snorted with laughter and Vegeta glared at him) people we've met here so far, do you think we could…stay with you or something?"
"NO," Vegeta said without hesitation.
"Well I guess you could stay at Capsule Corp, I don't think Bulma will mind…" Kurillan said, putting a finger to his head and scratching it.
"Just because the stupid onna won't mind doesn't mean _I_ don't! NO!" Vegeta yelled at Kurillan.
Kurillan rolled his eyes. "Well maybe they can stay at the Kame House then…"
"Ah…Kurillan are you sure that's a good idea?" Trunks said discreetly.
"Well what's wrong with it?" Kurillan asked, puzzled.
"Well first of all, Kame House is kind of on a _island_, and they can't fly, and we don't have any money to rent a boat or anything," Trunks explained. "And second of all--"
"You can _carry_ us," Minako said happily, looking right at Trunks with wide baby blue eyes.
"Um…" Trunks edged slowly away from the boy-crazed blonde.
"We can do something kinda like flying," Makato piped up. "It's called Sailor Teleport…we'll just follow you there or something?"
"Sailor _what_?" Kouken asked.
"Oh, um…Do you know how to Sailor Teleport?" Ami asked, turning to Kouken.
"Well maybe if I _knew_, I wouldn't be asking what the fuck it _was_, would I?" Kouken raised an eyebrow and shot a skeptical look in Ami's direction.
Ami sighed. "Ah…we really don't have time to teach you…"
"We can bring at least one person through the teleport with us, can't we?" Usagi asked. "If--"
"Whoooah no," Kouken said. She had sort of a sixth sense for knowing when things were going to turn out really, really stupid, and when the words 'Sailor Teleport' had escaped Ami's lips, they had triggered a little voice in the back of her head that screamed 'Stupid senses TINGLING!' She shook her head. "No. It sounds stupid, and I do NOT want any part of it."
"But Kouken--"
"You know, if it would be easier, one of us _could_ carry her," Kurillan suggested. He turned to Trunks. "You wouldn't mind carrying her there, would you?"
Trunks shrugged. "Well…I guess not--"
"_I_ mind!" Kouken exclaimed, her murky colored eyes widening at the thought of being CARRIED by somebody, and a kind of hot guy that she did not want to be around at that. "Hell will freeze over before I am _carried_ to…to WHEREVER the hell we're going!" Out of the corner of her eyes, she could see Minako giving her a very funny look.
Trunks rolled his eyes and shrugged. On a typical day, he probably would have convinced the crazy girl that besides the Sailor whos-a-whats-it, being carried was the only way she was going to get to that island, and try to maybe persuade her to be carried. But this was not a typical day. He really did not care anymore. "Look, if you don't want to be carried, that's fine with me, but you better have a way to camp out here or something." he said.
"Well then find me a tent and call me Wilderness Girl." Kouken said with a glare in his direction. Trunks raised an eyebrow. What was _her_ problem?
Trunks opened his mouth to say something, but unfortunately Vegeta was getting sick and tired of standing in the middle of nowhere listening to childish little human girls talk, and talk, and _talk_. He then decided that he would stamp out the problem at it's source, and discreetly knocked Kouken out with a swift blow to the back of her neck, before she could wonder why everything was suddenly getting dark.
Trunks's eyes widened. "What was _that_ for?"
Vegeta scowled. "The stupid little wench obviously wasn't going to shut up, so I shut her up FOR you. Now can we fuckin' go?"
"Is she alright?" Usagi asked, a concerned look on her face. Rei muttered something inaudible that sounded a lot like, 'Who cares.'
Trunks bent down and gently turn Kouken over onto her back to see if she was breathing. "She's fine," he announced.
"So…I guess you're gonna _have_ to carry her then," Kurillan said.
"Yeah, that's great, problem solved, let's GO," Vegeta said, hovering over their heads.
"HEY WE'RE WORKING ON IT OVER HERE!" Usagi yelled uncharacteristically loudly. Only then did Vegeta realize that the annoying talking human girls, whom, did I mention, liked to talk, were holding hands in a circle. They all closed their eyes at once, and a pinkish aura formed around them, lifting their hair and skirts up slightly as if a wind was blowing out from under them.
"Sailor Teleport!" They chanted together. They began to hover in the air, and the pinkish aura closed around them into a sphere.
Silence.
"I'm beginning to think that one--" Vegeta pointed to the unconscious Kouken. "--was on the right track, not wanting to do that _thing_."
"It is kinda corny…" Kurillan noted.
Trunks rolled his eyes, and hesitantly lifted Kouken up from the ground and into his arms. She looked much more vulnerable when she was unconscious. "Let's just get going or something…"
"Right." The bald former monk nodded and flew up into the air, but then stopped and looked at Trunks. "Oh, hey, that reminds me-- what was the second thing you were talking about, with the Kame House and all?"
"Roshi." Trunks said in a flat tone of voice.
Kurillan paled. "Oh…oops."
Vegeta smirked. _This_ could get interesting. "I suppose you didn't think of HIM, did you?"
"Well…um…Bulma was there when I left, maybe we could ask her about Capsule Corp…" Kurillan thought.
"I already said NO," Vegeta stated stubbornly.
"But it's not _your_ house, Vegeta," Kurillan said in an exasperated tone of voice.
"Hey? Hellooooo? Are we going to this Kame thing place or what?" Usagi called from the circle of girls.
"Look," said Trunks. "Let's just figure out what we're going to do _when we get there_. Alright?"
Kurillan shrugged. "Sounds good to me," he said, flying off in the direction of the Kame House.
"As long as I don't have to put up with them anymore!" Vegeta yelled after him, flying into the air as well. He turned around and glared at Trunks. "Well, are you coming, boy?"
Trunks sighed. "Not voluntarily," he muttered to himself as he followed. For some strange reason, he felt as if he'd seen the particular outfits that every single one of these girls were wearing before. He couldn't quite place _where_, but then again it wouldn't be as strange if he could. Maybe if he asked--
Suddenly a very distant and unclear voice flew from the back of his memories and erupted his thoughts;
:::"I will take you there...if you are willing to go with me.":::
He blinked, then shrugged it off. Where had he heard anybody say that anyway? Probably just a figment of his imagination.
"HURRY UP BOY!" Vegeta yelled.
"I'm coming!" Trunks yelled back, and, not thinking twice about the matter, flew off after his father, careful not to drop the girl in his arms.
*~*~*~*
Bulma was a sensible woman. Funny (or at least she thought so). Rich. Smart. Hell, she considered herself an all out genius. After all, she built the Dragon Radar as a teenager, plus her future self did the whole time machine thing and it _worked_--for the most part, at least.
But as smart as she was, she would not ever be able to make sense of what was going to happen in the next fifteen minutes.
Of course right now she didn't care. She was watching her favorite soap opera, 'All my College-Dropout sexy Japanese Virgins.' The name could use some work. But right now she didn't care. Suichi was about to break up with Neko so he could go out with her twin sister Umi who secretly had a crush on Kenji who was really gay and loved Suichi.
"No, Suichi! You can't leave me!" Neko cried hysterically on the TV screen.
"Oh come on. Suichi is so not good enough for her," Bulma muttered.
"Well I think they make a cute couple," Lunch announced proudly, playing with her curly blue hair.
"What's the point! They're not real people!" Oolong cried from behind the sofa.
"I have to agree with Oolong on this one for once," Puar said in her high squeaky voice, nodding her head and hovering up and down in the air like a helicopter.
"Are you kidding, Lunch?" Bulma asked, deciding to completely ignore the two skeptical transforming animals. ""He never does anything for her, he's selfish and stubborn, and he never helps her with her kid! _And_ he's a hothead!" Bulma said angrily, rocking the sleeping baby Trunks on her knee.
"Neko has flaws too, you know," Lunch replied.
"And Suichi enjoys pointing them out," Bulma grumbled.
"No he doesn't," Lunch said, raising an eyebrow.
"Bulma, are you sure you're arguing about the soap opera character and not Vegeta?" Puar asked, blinking her huge black eyes.
"Shut up, Puar."
"I guess that's a no," Oolong said with a mischievous grin."
"I'll yell piggy," Bulma said menacingly.
"Hey, wait a second!" Oolong cried. "All I was saying was--"
"You know, that Neko chick would look reeeaal hot with no clothes on…" Muten Roshi said happily.
"Roshi will you stop that please?" Lunch asked.
"And in front of Trunks, too!" Bulma said angrily.
"But he's asleep! Besides, you won't let me watch what I wanna watch!"
"You want to watch woman exercising."
"It's my house!" Roshi exclaimed.
"Oh give it a rest, Roshi," Yamucha exclaimed in a worn tone of voice. He was slumped in a chair opposite Roshi's. "She's not going to change the channel, and even if she does, it's not going to be something you'd want to--"
THUMP. "Ow!"
Silence.
"What was that?" Puar asked,
"It sounded like a girl," Yamucha said fearfully.
"Don't tell me you're still afraid of girls," Bulma said sternly.
"Well I never DID get to make my wish all those years ago, because a _certain_ pig decided to wish for a PAIR OF PANTIES!" Yamucha said, looking angrily at Oolong.
"I was saving the world from the blue midget!" Oolong said defensively.
"Hey Oolong, ya still got those panties?" Roshi asked mischievously.
"Ng…no Lunch, I swear I din't spray da pepper on yer fish…" Tenshinhan said groggily from his chair. He opened his three eyes slowly and looked around. He'd been asleep. "Whahappened?"
THUMP. "Ow!"
"That's what happened," Oolong said, rolling his eyes.
"It sounded like it was coming from outside," Lunch said, glancing at the door.
"And it sounded like GIRLS!" Roshi exclaimed ecstatically, jumping out of his chair and running towards the door.
"Oh boy…" Tenshinhan shook his head and stood up. "If those are girls then they're in trouble."
"Aargh, somebody go put a leash on Roshi." Bulma said, standing up and placing baby Trunks gently on the sofa. "Yamucha, you're close to the door, go."
"Me?" Yamucha stuttered.
There was another THUD, and this time and "OOF!"
"HOLY SHIT, IT'S RAINING SEXY WOMEN!" Roshi called from outside.
"Yamucha, godspeed, man!" Bulma cried, pushing Yamucha towards the door.
He slowly opened the door. "Nani? Kame-sennin, what are you talking aboutAAHGIRLS!" His eyes widened and he shut the door with a loud BANG and leaped behind the television set.
"I just don't love you anymore, Neko! Go find another to tend to our children!" Suichi said melodramatically on the screen.
"Noooo!" wailed Neko.
Tenshinhan shook his head again, and muttered something about how insane the situation was, then opened the door. "What's going on?"
"I'M IN HEAVEN, THAT'S WHAT!" Roshi cried, his grin wider then a child's at Christmas.
"_DOWN_, Roshi you dirty minded bastard!" Bulma yelled, grabbing Roshi by the collar and yanking him away from the door. She looked over at the 'sexy women' that Roshi had mentioned, who were getting up from the ground. They all looked under the age of 25, were wearing rather revealing outfits, and were all kind of pretty. One of the younger girls had a long, sharp, staff like object that made her edge away nervously. Another girl -- woman, more so, since she looked in her early twenties -- was carrying a tall silvery staff that resembled a key, with gold buttons and a garnet stone on top.
"I think I would have rather fallen in water," muttered one of the older girls. She had sandy blonde hair cut in a very short and rather boyish hairstyle.
The woman with the key stepped forward. "Excuse me," she said, and her voice was clear and precise. "I am sorry for our…unconventional intrusion."
The blonde haired girl raised an eyebrow. "What the hell does unconwhosit mean?"
"Strange."
"It was strange, alright." Bulma looked up at the clear blue sky. "Did you, like, fall from the sky?"
"Looks that way, doesn't it?" The pink haired girl said sheepishly.
"Yahuh," Bulma replied.
"We will explain how we got here in time, but for now we need a place to stay," the woman said, looking directly into Bulma's eyes. "Our friends should be arriving here shortly."
"They what?" The girl with the teal blue colored hair asked.
"I _hate_ it when she does that," the blonde haired girl grumbled.
"Do you think we can trust them?" Tenshinhan muttered to no one in particular.
"Don't see why not," Bulma said with a shrug. "Though ya can't really stay here, since this isn't my house exactly…"
Roshi popped his head in the doorway, a sheepish grin etched across his face. "You can stay here as long as you want, babes!"
"On second thought maybe you should stay at Capsule Corp," Bulma said quickly.
"I heard that," said the blonde haired girl.
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Kind of a crappy ending if ya ask me. But oh well.
Ahh J-bus! Six whole pages! With insanely tiny font! You should be happy now. Please don't kill me cause I took so long! *hides* A lot of stuff has been going on in my life, plus writer's block seems to invade at every worst possible moment. Please bear with me!
Review Senses…TINGLING! *little wavy lines form around her head* Go! Review!
PS: Dredfully sorry for all the typos before. I must have fixed them and then forgot to save. Plus ff.net is screwy with my Windows XP so I had to find other complicated means of posting this chapter. nn;
*stares at Fresia* …Um…when you're older. *pushes her away, then looks at the spot where Nari was standing* Oh boy…um…gee…hope Trunks doesn't find out…
MT: *walks in* Find out what?
Oo; You're back so soon?
MT: I don't know Spanish. uu;
Oh, well that's good, because Nari just left for Mexico 2 seconds ago! nn; *nervous laughter* Ahahaha!
MT: o_o; But how did she--
Peruru: Firefly told her.
MT: *looks at Firefly angrily*
I was telling Peruru! I didn't know she was like overhearing!
…Okay…chapter time, before Trunks kills me dead! With a rock…or something. Like a tiny net. :P Ooooeeeoooeeeoooeeoooo!
You all realize that I am ranting Kung Pow so Misty will be happy, right? nn;
*~*~*~*
Mirakuru Romansu
Book 1, Part 2, Chapter 9: Saiyajin negotiators
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Now, as most of you do or do not know, when a Saiyajin is angry and wants answers, he (or sometimes she) will prefer killing, or at least maiming all of the people around him; Then once everyone around the saiyajin are all in absolutely no condition to answer any sort of remark, let alone a question, he (or she) asks, "Okay you bunch of motherfuckers, I wanna ask you a friggin question so stop moaning in pain, shut the hell up, and talk!"
Which proves that Saiyajins don't make the best negotiators.
Fortunately, Vegeta had learned from years of experience that wimpy little creatures such as humans can't answer questions when they are dead. And in the case of female humans, such as the Onna, they won't answer questions when they 'don't feel like taking any of that bullcrap. ' To get answers from any human female, you had to either be good at that thing with the roses and the sweetness and the kissing-- Romance, he believed it was called -- or you scare them _so_ badly that they'll do anything you ask.
Which was so much more complicated then female Saiyajins. If you wanted an answer from a saiyajin female, you had to hit her, and hope she didn't hit you back. That was it.
But, due to the fact that normally it takes somebody a long time before one can completely 'woo' a human girl, and Vegeta really didn't feel like 'wooing' anybody at the moment (or at most moments, for that matter), he decided to go with the later; scare them silly. He flew down towards one, randomly picked a girl with black hair and violet eyes, and grabbed her by the neck, lifting her in the air. "Alright, I want some answers, and I've decided _you're_ the one that's going to give them to me," said Vegeta.
"Gaack!" said the girl, her eyes wide. She grabbed at his wrist with her hands.
"Vegeta, what are you DOING?" Kurillan exclaimed. Vegeta ignored him. He had no time to waste on bald midgets.
The girl next to her, a tall brunette with emerald colored eyes, gasped and took a step back. "Let go of her!" she cried, getting into a fighting stance.
Vegeta would have ignored this remark as well, but the girl said it in such an arrogant way that he just had to raise an eyebrow and look at the brunette. "You honestly expect to fight me? Aha. Don't make me laugh," He turned his attention back to the girl that he had by the throat. "Who the _fuck_ are you people?"
"Gaack aack can't breathe!" she choked.
"Well that's not _my_ problem!" he said rudely.
"Vegeta, stop!" exclaimed Kurillan. "They haven't done anything wrong!"
"What makes you think I care?" Vegeta asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Otousan, don't!" Trunks suddenly flew towards them, grabbing Vegeta's arm and pulling it away from the girl's throat. The girl fell to the ground, gasping for breath, her obsidian black bangs falling in front of her eyes.
Vegeta glared angrily at his son. "What the _fuck_ are you doing, boy?"
Trunks glared back just as angrily. "_Strangling_ people while you're trying to talk to them doesn't work very well, you know," he said sternly.
"Well how do you know? Have you ever _tried_ it?" Vegeta asked contemptuously.
"Vegeta, give it a rest," Kurillan said, rolling his eyes.
"Oh shut up, you moronic MIDGET you," Vegeta countered, glaring down at the shorter man.
"Both of you! SHUT UP!" Trunks yelled very loudly. Both Vegeta and Kurillan froze, and stared at the purple haired demi-saiyajin.
"Whoah…Trunks, calm down…" Kurillan said, backing away oh so slowly.
Trunks rolled his eyes, thinking not so nice things about Kurillan. (For in the past ten minutes alone he had been beaten up by an evil villain, cried on by a ditzy stranger, and then beaten up again by his own father who could almost be considered an evil villain. I'd be frustrated too.) He turned around and looked over at the girl whom Vegeta had started picking on. "Are you alright?"
The girl nodded, and stood up slowly, rubbing her neck. She was kind of pretty, now that Trunks thought about it. "Yeah…I'm fine."
"Who _are_ you people anyway?" Kurillan asked, looking around at them.
"Could ask the same thing about you," one of them muttered. (I'll leave you to guess which one, it's probably pretty obvious…)
"Ah…Ami should we trust them?" The blonde ditzy winged girl asked, leaning over towards the blue haired one with the miniature laptop.
"Well…I suppose so…" 'Ami' said warily, looking fearfully at Vegeta. Vegeta smirked back at her, as if to say, 'Yes, that's right, FEAR ME.' He liked it when people were afraid of him. Which is why he hung around Trunks all the time even though he really could not stand the boy and his 'Ohmygod the jinzouningen are SOOO powerful' bullshit. Of course the boy never actually _said_ anything as corny and…how should he put it…'fan girlish' as that, but Vegeta bet that he probably would if given time. And maybe if he were a girl, of course.
"Alright…um…I'm like…Sailor…wait, no…" The blond one looked over at Ami again. "Ami which name should we use?"
"You have more then one name?" Trunks asked, raising an eyebrow. He knew girls were weird (Just looking at his or Gohan's mother could have told any person with an IQ higher then that of an asparagus that) but these girls were just _too much_.
Ami sweat dropped. "Um…let's just stick with the civilian names, since you've been calling me by mine for the past five minutes."
"Ohhh yeah." The blonde girl nodded, then grinned at the three men. "I'm Usagi, and this is Ami--"
"We noticed," Vegeta interrupted, rolling his eyes.
Usagi paid no attention. "And that's Rei and that's Makato and that's Minako (The other blonde girl waved at Trunks ecstatically, making Trunks with he were somewhere very very very far away) and that's…um…Kouken, right?"
'Kouken' rolled her eyes. "Whatever."
Usagi blinked. "I'll take that as a yes."
"Okay that's very, VERY nice, but WHO THE _FUCK_ ARE YOU?!?" Vegeta yelled.
"Um…we're sai--" Makato tried to but in.
"Tousan, _shut up_." Trunks said angrily.
"We're _sailor se_--"
"Don't you _shut up_ me, boy," Vegeta said just as angrily.
"Oh forget it." the tall brunette said with a sigh.
"Um…excuse me…" Ami spoke up very nervously, but said it with such politeness that everyone had to wonder what the hell she was going to say next. "We're sorry for our…um…very strange entrance--"
"I'll say it was strange," Trunks muttered under his breath.
"--and…well, we kind of need a place to stay, and since you three are the first…erm, _nice_ (Trunks snorted with laughter and Vegeta glared at him) people we've met here so far, do you think we could…stay with you or something?"
"NO," Vegeta said without hesitation.
"Well I guess you could stay at Capsule Corp, I don't think Bulma will mind…" Kurillan said, putting a finger to his head and scratching it.
"Just because the stupid onna won't mind doesn't mean _I_ don't! NO!" Vegeta yelled at Kurillan.
Kurillan rolled his eyes. "Well maybe they can stay at the Kame House then…"
"Ah…Kurillan are you sure that's a good idea?" Trunks said discreetly.
"Well what's wrong with it?" Kurillan asked, puzzled.
"Well first of all, Kame House is kind of on a _island_, and they can't fly, and we don't have any money to rent a boat or anything," Trunks explained. "And second of all--"
"You can _carry_ us," Minako said happily, looking right at Trunks with wide baby blue eyes.
"Um…" Trunks edged slowly away from the boy-crazed blonde.
"We can do something kinda like flying," Makato piped up. "It's called Sailor Teleport…we'll just follow you there or something?"
"Sailor _what_?" Kouken asked.
"Oh, um…Do you know how to Sailor Teleport?" Ami asked, turning to Kouken.
"Well maybe if I _knew_, I wouldn't be asking what the fuck it _was_, would I?" Kouken raised an eyebrow and shot a skeptical look in Ami's direction.
Ami sighed. "Ah…we really don't have time to teach you…"
"We can bring at least one person through the teleport with us, can't we?" Usagi asked. "If--"
"Whoooah no," Kouken said. She had sort of a sixth sense for knowing when things were going to turn out really, really stupid, and when the words 'Sailor Teleport' had escaped Ami's lips, they had triggered a little voice in the back of her head that screamed 'Stupid senses TINGLING!' She shook her head. "No. It sounds stupid, and I do NOT want any part of it."
"But Kouken--"
"You know, if it would be easier, one of us _could_ carry her," Kurillan suggested. He turned to Trunks. "You wouldn't mind carrying her there, would you?"
Trunks shrugged. "Well…I guess not--"
"_I_ mind!" Kouken exclaimed, her murky colored eyes widening at the thought of being CARRIED by somebody, and a kind of hot guy that she did not want to be around at that. "Hell will freeze over before I am _carried_ to…to WHEREVER the hell we're going!" Out of the corner of her eyes, she could see Minako giving her a very funny look.
Trunks rolled his eyes and shrugged. On a typical day, he probably would have convinced the crazy girl that besides the Sailor whos-a-whats-it, being carried was the only way she was going to get to that island, and try to maybe persuade her to be carried. But this was not a typical day. He really did not care anymore. "Look, if you don't want to be carried, that's fine with me, but you better have a way to camp out here or something." he said.
"Well then find me a tent and call me Wilderness Girl." Kouken said with a glare in his direction. Trunks raised an eyebrow. What was _her_ problem?
Trunks opened his mouth to say something, but unfortunately Vegeta was getting sick and tired of standing in the middle of nowhere listening to childish little human girls talk, and talk, and _talk_. He then decided that he would stamp out the problem at it's source, and discreetly knocked Kouken out with a swift blow to the back of her neck, before she could wonder why everything was suddenly getting dark.
Trunks's eyes widened. "What was _that_ for?"
Vegeta scowled. "The stupid little wench obviously wasn't going to shut up, so I shut her up FOR you. Now can we fuckin' go?"
"Is she alright?" Usagi asked, a concerned look on her face. Rei muttered something inaudible that sounded a lot like, 'Who cares.'
Trunks bent down and gently turn Kouken over onto her back to see if she was breathing. "She's fine," he announced.
"So…I guess you're gonna _have_ to carry her then," Kurillan said.
"Yeah, that's great, problem solved, let's GO," Vegeta said, hovering over their heads.
"HEY WE'RE WORKING ON IT OVER HERE!" Usagi yelled uncharacteristically loudly. Only then did Vegeta realize that the annoying talking human girls, whom, did I mention, liked to talk, were holding hands in a circle. They all closed their eyes at once, and a pinkish aura formed around them, lifting their hair and skirts up slightly as if a wind was blowing out from under them.
"Sailor Teleport!" They chanted together. They began to hover in the air, and the pinkish aura closed around them into a sphere.
Silence.
"I'm beginning to think that one--" Vegeta pointed to the unconscious Kouken. "--was on the right track, not wanting to do that _thing_."
"It is kinda corny…" Kurillan noted.
Trunks rolled his eyes, and hesitantly lifted Kouken up from the ground and into his arms. She looked much more vulnerable when she was unconscious. "Let's just get going or something…"
"Right." The bald former monk nodded and flew up into the air, but then stopped and looked at Trunks. "Oh, hey, that reminds me-- what was the second thing you were talking about, with the Kame House and all?"
"Roshi." Trunks said in a flat tone of voice.
Kurillan paled. "Oh…oops."
Vegeta smirked. _This_ could get interesting. "I suppose you didn't think of HIM, did you?"
"Well…um…Bulma was there when I left, maybe we could ask her about Capsule Corp…" Kurillan thought.
"I already said NO," Vegeta stated stubbornly.
"But it's not _your_ house, Vegeta," Kurillan said in an exasperated tone of voice.
"Hey? Hellooooo? Are we going to this Kame thing place or what?" Usagi called from the circle of girls.
"Look," said Trunks. "Let's just figure out what we're going to do _when we get there_. Alright?"
Kurillan shrugged. "Sounds good to me," he said, flying off in the direction of the Kame House.
"As long as I don't have to put up with them anymore!" Vegeta yelled after him, flying into the air as well. He turned around and glared at Trunks. "Well, are you coming, boy?"
Trunks sighed. "Not voluntarily," he muttered to himself as he followed. For some strange reason, he felt as if he'd seen the particular outfits that every single one of these girls were wearing before. He couldn't quite place _where_, but then again it wouldn't be as strange if he could. Maybe if he asked--
Suddenly a very distant and unclear voice flew from the back of his memories and erupted his thoughts;
:::"I will take you there...if you are willing to go with me.":::
He blinked, then shrugged it off. Where had he heard anybody say that anyway? Probably just a figment of his imagination.
"HURRY UP BOY!" Vegeta yelled.
"I'm coming!" Trunks yelled back, and, not thinking twice about the matter, flew off after his father, careful not to drop the girl in his arms.
*~*~*~*
Bulma was a sensible woman. Funny (or at least she thought so). Rich. Smart. Hell, she considered herself an all out genius. After all, she built the Dragon Radar as a teenager, plus her future self did the whole time machine thing and it _worked_--for the most part, at least.
But as smart as she was, she would not ever be able to make sense of what was going to happen in the next fifteen minutes.
Of course right now she didn't care. She was watching her favorite soap opera, 'All my College-Dropout sexy Japanese Virgins.' The name could use some work. But right now she didn't care. Suichi was about to break up with Neko so he could go out with her twin sister Umi who secretly had a crush on Kenji who was really gay and loved Suichi.
"No, Suichi! You can't leave me!" Neko cried hysterically on the TV screen.
"Oh come on. Suichi is so not good enough for her," Bulma muttered.
"Well I think they make a cute couple," Lunch announced proudly, playing with her curly blue hair.
"What's the point! They're not real people!" Oolong cried from behind the sofa.
"I have to agree with Oolong on this one for once," Puar said in her high squeaky voice, nodding her head and hovering up and down in the air like a helicopter.
"Are you kidding, Lunch?" Bulma asked, deciding to completely ignore the two skeptical transforming animals. ""He never does anything for her, he's selfish and stubborn, and he never helps her with her kid! _And_ he's a hothead!" Bulma said angrily, rocking the sleeping baby Trunks on her knee.
"Neko has flaws too, you know," Lunch replied.
"And Suichi enjoys pointing them out," Bulma grumbled.
"No he doesn't," Lunch said, raising an eyebrow.
"Bulma, are you sure you're arguing about the soap opera character and not Vegeta?" Puar asked, blinking her huge black eyes.
"Shut up, Puar."
"I guess that's a no," Oolong said with a mischievous grin."
"I'll yell piggy," Bulma said menacingly.
"Hey, wait a second!" Oolong cried. "All I was saying was--"
"You know, that Neko chick would look reeeaal hot with no clothes on…" Muten Roshi said happily.
"Roshi will you stop that please?" Lunch asked.
"And in front of Trunks, too!" Bulma said angrily.
"But he's asleep! Besides, you won't let me watch what I wanna watch!"
"You want to watch woman exercising."
"It's my house!" Roshi exclaimed.
"Oh give it a rest, Roshi," Yamucha exclaimed in a worn tone of voice. He was slumped in a chair opposite Roshi's. "She's not going to change the channel, and even if she does, it's not going to be something you'd want to--"
THUMP. "Ow!"
Silence.
"What was that?" Puar asked,
"It sounded like a girl," Yamucha said fearfully.
"Don't tell me you're still afraid of girls," Bulma said sternly.
"Well I never DID get to make my wish all those years ago, because a _certain_ pig decided to wish for a PAIR OF PANTIES!" Yamucha said, looking angrily at Oolong.
"I was saving the world from the blue midget!" Oolong said defensively.
"Hey Oolong, ya still got those panties?" Roshi asked mischievously.
"Ng…no Lunch, I swear I din't spray da pepper on yer fish…" Tenshinhan said groggily from his chair. He opened his three eyes slowly and looked around. He'd been asleep. "Whahappened?"
THUMP. "Ow!"
"That's what happened," Oolong said, rolling his eyes.
"It sounded like it was coming from outside," Lunch said, glancing at the door.
"And it sounded like GIRLS!" Roshi exclaimed ecstatically, jumping out of his chair and running towards the door.
"Oh boy…" Tenshinhan shook his head and stood up. "If those are girls then they're in trouble."
"Aargh, somebody go put a leash on Roshi." Bulma said, standing up and placing baby Trunks gently on the sofa. "Yamucha, you're close to the door, go."
"Me?" Yamucha stuttered.
There was another THUD, and this time and "OOF!"
"HOLY SHIT, IT'S RAINING SEXY WOMEN!" Roshi called from outside.
"Yamucha, godspeed, man!" Bulma cried, pushing Yamucha towards the door.
He slowly opened the door. "Nani? Kame-sennin, what are you talking aboutAAHGIRLS!" His eyes widened and he shut the door with a loud BANG and leaped behind the television set.
"I just don't love you anymore, Neko! Go find another to tend to our children!" Suichi said melodramatically on the screen.
"Noooo!" wailed Neko.
Tenshinhan shook his head again, and muttered something about how insane the situation was, then opened the door. "What's going on?"
"I'M IN HEAVEN, THAT'S WHAT!" Roshi cried, his grin wider then a child's at Christmas.
"_DOWN_, Roshi you dirty minded bastard!" Bulma yelled, grabbing Roshi by the collar and yanking him away from the door. She looked over at the 'sexy women' that Roshi had mentioned, who were getting up from the ground. They all looked under the age of 25, were wearing rather revealing outfits, and were all kind of pretty. One of the younger girls had a long, sharp, staff like object that made her edge away nervously. Another girl -- woman, more so, since she looked in her early twenties -- was carrying a tall silvery staff that resembled a key, with gold buttons and a garnet stone on top.
"I think I would have rather fallen in water," muttered one of the older girls. She had sandy blonde hair cut in a very short and rather boyish hairstyle.
The woman with the key stepped forward. "Excuse me," she said, and her voice was clear and precise. "I am sorry for our…unconventional intrusion."
The blonde haired girl raised an eyebrow. "What the hell does unconwhosit mean?"
"Strange."
"It was strange, alright." Bulma looked up at the clear blue sky. "Did you, like, fall from the sky?"
"Looks that way, doesn't it?" The pink haired girl said sheepishly.
"Yahuh," Bulma replied.
"We will explain how we got here in time, but for now we need a place to stay," the woman said, looking directly into Bulma's eyes. "Our friends should be arriving here shortly."
"They what?" The girl with the teal blue colored hair asked.
"I _hate_ it when she does that," the blonde haired girl grumbled.
"Do you think we can trust them?" Tenshinhan muttered to no one in particular.
"Don't see why not," Bulma said with a shrug. "Though ya can't really stay here, since this isn't my house exactly…"
Roshi popped his head in the doorway, a sheepish grin etched across his face. "You can stay here as long as you want, babes!"
"On second thought maybe you should stay at Capsule Corp," Bulma said quickly.
"I heard that," said the blonde haired girl.
*~*~*~*
Kind of a crappy ending if ya ask me. But oh well.
Ahh J-bus! Six whole pages! With insanely tiny font! You should be happy now. Please don't kill me cause I took so long! *hides* A lot of stuff has been going on in my life, plus writer's block seems to invade at every worst possible moment. Please bear with me!
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PS: Dredfully sorry for all the typos before. I must have fixed them and then forgot to save. Plus ff.net is screwy with my Windows XP so I had to find other complicated means of posting this chapter. nn;