Chapter Ten: Tele-Therapy

Chapter Name explanation: I didn't have any ideas, that's my explanation. ^_^

A/N: Well, I haven't got half as many reviews as I had the first time around when I wrote this fic.... and believe me, I do evil things when I'm forced to. And if no one is reading these chapters and reviewing, then I will be forced to leave you with a huge cliff-hanger. And I won't update for like a month. I'll just leave you wondering, going crazy, asking "Why? How? What happens to so and so....?"

Watch, I'll do it, too.

Disclaimer: None. I own everything. Go ahead and sue me, it won't hold up in court. Why would it? On like every DBZ/GT site there is, it says that Akira Toryama is the owner! Who would be stupid enough to think that I could actually own it?

Besides... if I owned the series, I'd seriously be turning this into a full-length computerized movie (like Final Fantasy or something). Believe me.

Nazomi yawned as she stretched her arms out, her eyes half lidded. She turned and looked around, not really knowing where she was, until she realized that she was lying, sideways, on the white-leather recliner.

'Chair,' she thought lazily. 'I'm on the Lay-Z-Boy..'

'How the hell did I get here?'

Yawning again, she sat up slowly, looking around.

Across from her, on the large, white couch, lay Piccolo and Mercy. Apparently, they were both asleep; Mercy's head rested on the armrest on the right side of the couch, her feet sitting on Piccolo's stomach, and Piccolo was lying on the opposite side of the couch, his head on the left armrest.

Smiling, she turned to the big-screen T.V., which had been on since the previous night (which they'd spent most of watching videos and eating popcorn). Grabbing for the remote, she turned it off, then walked out of the living room, heading for the wide, carpeted stairs.

Yawning yet again, she walked into her room, hissing quietly as the bright sunlight from the open balcony doors blinded her for a moment.

Sighing, she closed the glass doors and walked back over to her bed, which was adorned elaborately in stuffed animals.

Picking up her favorite Teddy Bear, a blue one named Sir Snugglekins, she sat on the edge of the bed before falling onto her back and sitting the bear on her chest.

"Isn't life boring?" she asked the bear, it's vacant, shiny black eyes staring back at her blankly.

"It's not fair," she continued, frowning and turning onto her stomach. She put the bear on the opposite edge of the bed, then rested her chin in her palm, staring into it's blue face.

"Everyone got to go on all of those cool adventures, they got to fight bad guys, they even changed history, Snugglekins!" she cried, remembering her father telling her about Mirai Trunks' visit from the future.

"Even Pan got to go on that 'grand tour' thing..." she thought for a moment, then snapped suddenly, "I should hijack a space ship. Then maybe I could go around the galaxy..."

She turned back to the bear and muttered, "Stop whining, I'd take you with me."

The phone on the brown night stand beside her bed began ringing loudly, a small, red light beeping three times to every ring.

Groaning, she sat up and stared down at the small screen that resided above the number panel. She grinned when she saw the name Bra Briefs light up the screen, a small picture of Bra's smiling face sitting beside it.

Grabbing the headset, Nazomi propped the headphones over her ears and re-positioned the microphone so that it was right over her mouth.

"Chello!" she cried, laughing. "Wassup, Bra! I haven't heard from you in a week! What's going on?"

"Well obviously your caller I.D. is working," laughed Bra. "So do you wanna come over today? I need some company. It's getting kinda boring over here... Everything's really depressing. No one's talking all that much, it's not the same."

"You think things are weird at your house?" cried Nazomi, sounding incredulous. "Ever since your Dad started staying with us, my mom's been acting weird. Sometimes she just snaps and starts yelling at everyone."


"Yeah... she probably doesn't like him all that much."

"You're telling me," muttered Nazomi sarcastically. "That's probably the case anyway... he broke my Dad's nose while they were training. She was absolutely livid."

Bra laughed quietly, then sighed. "So are coming over or not? Pan is training with Gohan, and Marron's not sure if she can make it. She's doing something or other, I dunno exactly."

After a moment of thought, Nazomi sighed, "Sure. Why not. I left my CD Player in Trunks' room, anyway."

"Trunks' room? What were you doing in there?" asked Bra, sounding confused.

"Playing video-games," said Nazomi simply. "I really kicked his ass in Tekken. I guess he hasn't had time to brush up on his gaming skills lately."

"Well, he may not be good at video-games, but he's a real player," said Bra suddenly.

Both of them paused for what seemed like hours, neither of them daring to make a sound; then, sounding horrified, Bra cried -

"Oh my God!!"

Nazomi exploded with laughter, her eyes clenched shut.

"Did I just make up that corny joke?" whimpered Bra, sounding as if she were going to cry.

"Oui, mademoiselle," laughed Nazomi, immitating her mother. "Looks like you're not the Princess of insults, that's for sure..."

Noticing how quite the line suddenly went, Nazomi ceased her laughter, hoping not to have offended her long-time friend.

"Hello?" she said into the phone, sounding worried. "Bra, are you still there?"

"Yeah," she muttered, sounding miffed.

"I'm sorry," apologized Nazomi, truly sounding it. "I was only joking."

"Yeah, whatever."

"Really!" cried Nazomi, attempting to cheer Bra up. "Oh come on. Don't be such a drama-queen."

Bra gave a small laugh, but still didn't speak.

"So..... when should I come over?"

"Anytime," sighed Bra. "I'll be home all day... sulking around, like everyone else is."

Nazomi frowned with sympathy, noticing the saddened note in Bra's voice.

"Your parents are going to get back together soon," said Nazomi in a hopeful tone. "I can feel it."

"Really?" asked Bra, sounding a bit happier.

"No," said Nazomi bluntly. "But Vegeta told me that the Clarice chic went to talk to your mom last night. Maybe she straightened things out. Wait, is your mom home? Maybe you could ask her..."

"No, she's not home yet. She stayed in her office all night. I called her, but she said that she needed to get some work done."

"Hmph... well I'll be over in like an hour. See ya then."

"Bye," sighed Bra, preparing to hang up. "Wait Nazozmi?"

"Huh?" cried Nazomi, sounding surprised; apparently, she was also about to hang up.

"...Thanks," said Bra quietly. "It was really great of you to help out with this whole mess."

Nazomi smiled, holding the headset beside her head.

"No problem," she said into the small microphone. "They're meant to be together. I hat seeing them apart anyway."

"And your mom is going crazy with my dad in the house, right?"

"Right."

Hey... yeah, so I had writer's block for a little while, as many great writers do (no, I'm not implying that I'm a great writer, alls I'm saying is that everyone does get writer's block once in a while) so I decided to end the chapter there and just post it up so you guys didn't have to wait for like a month before I posted up the next chapter.

But anyway... guess what! This story isn't even half done, no, not even a third done, no, not even a quarter done, no, not even a fifth done, no, not even a tenth done (alright, I'll stop) but I'm already planning the sequel! ^___^ Yes, I know that's stupid, but I already know how this story is going to turn out. So, why not take the next step and just start planning the next part of the adventure? Actually, it's not the next part, seeing as the adventure ends in this story, but another one starts out in the sequel. That kinda sorta has to do with the first one.

Well... please read and review, or like I warned, I'll leave everyone with a really huge cliff-hanger.

But besides that, the next chapter should be out before mid-January.

^_^

~Valerie G.2-chan

P.S. Try and say that three times fast! ( ~Valerie G.2-chan )