I wish I owned DBZ, but I don't. I own DVD's and tapes, but it just isn't the same. I also don't own the right to any of the music pieces you may see selected, just copies of merchandise, such a shame. The artists that created them are geniuses and we all must bow to them.

Chapter 6: Fitting in

"There it is, that house down there with the light on in the dome," Bulma, I mean, Mom pointed out. Almost the instant she touched the plane down, the door flew open. Two blurs with the names Goten and Trunks came tearing out of there with bright smiles.

"Where's my new brother?" "Yeah I wanna see him too!" came the shouts.

"How'd they know already?" Mom asked under her breath. That's when I noticed a dim white vapor trail from the side of the house.

"I think we can blame a certain Namek for that one," I pointed to the sky. The instant, and I mean the instant I was out of the plane, Trunks and Goten surrounded me.

"Hi, you're my new brother right? I'm Trunks, this is Goten!" he said, excitedly shaking my hand and arm till I thought it would fall out.

"Do you wanna play hide and seek? Gohan can't ever play 'cause mom makes him study," Goten asked.

"Hey can you fly yet? I can show ya how to!" Trunks declared. The questions continued, one right after another.

Mom finally cut in, "That's enough boys, you will have plenty of time to train and play after dinner."

"DINNER!" they both fazed into hungry mode and made a beeline for the house.

"One track minds, I give them about five seconds." Mom muttered.

"Till wha..."I started to ask. That's when the boys came running out twice as fast, and a crazy shrieking woman followed quickly with a frying pan in the air.

"Now stay out until I'm finished! Or no dinner for either of you!" Screeched a woman who stepped into the light to reveal herself as Chichi. Quite a pretty woman in her own rights, but also largely menacing.

"And what do we have here Bulma? Is this your new adopted son?" she asked, peering down at me, "Hello there, I'm Chichi, Goten and Gohan's mother. I'm afraid Piccolo didn't give me your name, he never was one for manners," She said, looking me over.

"Its Verto, Miss Chichi," I held out my hand to shake hers. Instead of taking it, she scowled when my tail nervously unraveled itself.

"Are you going to have that removed Bulma?" she asked.

"Well Vegeta says he wont transform, or at least normally, whatever that meant," Mom said.

"He better not. Can you give me a hand with dinner Bulma? It's hell trying to cook and hold off the boys at the same time," Chichi said, standing up.

"Sure, Verto you can stay out here and get to know the boys, it'll distract them," Mom said, giving me a little shove in the direction of the boys, who were currently darting around bushes so not to be seen. Yeah this'll remind me of trying to blend in during high school, only I'm a weakling around super strong kids who could kill me with a breath. I sighed and headed in their direction as Mom went into the house behind Chichi.

"Hey new kid, you wanna play hide and seek now? It's real easy, you just suppress your energy and hide and then whoever is it tries to find you and tag you," Trunks asked when I approached. Training games, wonderful.

"Well I'd love to except I can't sense or use energy yet. Vegeta doesn't start training me till the day after tomorrow, and besides, I doubt I could catch or get away from you guys, not fast enough," I said.

Trunks smirked, "Oh that's ok, we'll play fair! It'll get your speed up when you have to run really fast." I could tell by that smirk that he was up to something.

"Oh alright, its been years since I played anyway. Just try to find me with your eyes and ears, that way I'll have a chance. I used to be really good at this game, by human standards," I said, already looking around for hiding spots.

"Well you heard him Goten, you're it first!"

"Ahhhh, but how come? I'm always it first!" Goten whined.

"Because stupid..." Trunks whispered in his ear, and got a big smile in return. Great, now the tots are plotting embarrassment.

"That well is base, the count is to fifty, GO!" With that said I made a beeline in the other direction, running impossibly fast for a human, but more than likely slow to them. I jumped back behind a tree and crouched down, watching and listening for a chance to run back to the well. Naturally, Trunks was nowhere to be found, probably in a different direction. Once I heard the last count, Goten immediately looked in my direction. So much for fair, I thought. But then he took off in the other direction, phasing out from moving so fast. Well now or never, I thought as I jumped as far from the tree as I could and landed ten feet from the well, reaching it seconds later. At least I don't have to worry about bad landings until I go sky high. Then I waited as I saw no one around, but then I heard something, like wind. That wind being Goten trying to catch Trunks in a blur across the yard.

Trunks blew past me, "Hey base isn't safe when we play, sorry forgot to mention its till the first person is tagged that the round continues!" Goten was coming right at me as my eyes lit up like a deer in the headlights. Oh that's nice to know! With that thought I ran up to and around the house with Goten gaining quickly. I had barely round the first corner when I felt him catch me, which turned into a tackle when he forgot to stop. We tumbled in the dirt for about forty feet when we finally came to a stop.

I got up right away and dusted my gi off, "Hey Goten, use the brakes next time!"

"Brakes? What do those do?" he asked, that famously clueless grin on his face.

"Its an expression for when you stop really fast, just remember to stop next time you tag me."

"Oh okay!" he said, cheerful as ever while he got up and ran back to the base. "Verto's it! Verto's it!" came the chant. I really didn't mind that I had been tagged first, I was more relieved that Goten didn't leave a serious injury behind, the damn kid was like a freight train when he hit me.

"Fine, fifty right? One...two...three..." I started to count. I didn't hear much when I was counting so I prepared for them to be very close. "Fifty! Ready or not, here I come!" I turned up right away and saw nothing. Carefully moving about, I scanned the area for any movement or sound, none. I rounded the house and still nothing.Damn these two are good.

"Looking for something?" came a voice. I turned around and looked up to see the teen version of Gohan himself right behind me. "Hey there, your the new kid Piccolo mentioned aren't you? I'm Gohan."

"Verto," I said, reaching up and shaking his hand.

"So squirt, Whatcha doing right now?"

"Playing hide and seek with Trunks and Goten, can't seem to find them right now. I'm starting to make me wonder if they're sticking to fairness, and don't call me squirt," I said, looking around.

"Well you must not be very good at this game, they're not that hard to find," Gohan chuckled as he glanced around.

"Well, it's not like I can or anything yet."

"In that case, tag me, I'll even the odds for you," he said with a smirk.

I did so, and then yelled out, "Gohan's it!" At once he phased out and darted ahead. Right away two small blurs popped out of the treetops and flew away from him. But he was way too fast and caught both of them in an instant.

"I believe these are the culprits," he said, touching back down with the boys in each hand by the scruff of their gi's.

"No fair Gohan! You weren't even part of the game!" Goten and Trunks both whined.

"And neither was flying and ki sense, now were they?"

They both looked down, "No, sorry."

"No big deal guys, when I can play at that level. I'll beat you both at your own game!" I challenged.

"Oh yeah, well see about that!" Goten and Trunks both declared. It was no wonder they could fuse so easily, their thoughts were so alike.

"Dinner's ready!" Mom's voice sounded. Before another word was said, the boys were gone, literally vanished.

"C'mon now, lets get there before the food is gone!" Gohan said, walking to the house, I followed.

When we entered the house and dining room, I noticed that Trunks and Goten were both cowering in the corner, due to Chichi's frying pan ready to go in her hands. She pointed to where I should sit down, she dropped her guard and moved on. The boys were already sitting and scarfing once she moved. I began my quick eating as well, trying not to overdo it though, I didn't need to look like a total pig. In the end it didn't matter because I had to eat faster to be able to get more food at the rate Gohan and the boys were going.

"So Verto, was there any strong fighters on your world?" Gohan asked.

"Not like here, most of them probably couldn't give Mr. Satan a fight, that and sporting competition was more popular than fights," I said, realizing that I slipped on knowing of Mr. Satan already. Luckily no one really noticed, or seemed to care.

"What kind of sports did you like?" Gohan asked again.

"Football was my fav, but I couldn't play, too many muscle pulls and tears. I went bowling a lot though, great game because you didn't have to be good to play. Went swimming when I could. Hockey was another decent one, baseball is okay, but I don't enjoy watching it. I would rather play, football and hockey you could watch and enjoy easily like you were in the game," I explained.

"Football, what a stupid game..." I heard Trunks mutter. CLANG! And a large bump appeared on Trunks' head thanks to a frying pan hit from Chichi.

"Trunks Briefs, mind your manners!" she scolded.

"Well Trunks, I can see your opinion, I saw one of this world's football games earlier, I can safely say that ours looked much better. The players didn't play so sloppy not to mention more diverse playing styles, that and we had three different levels to watch, High School, College, and Pro. I didn't like Pro as much as the other two, the players were only there for money and they didn't seem play with any heart or pride in the game." Damn, now they got me babbling when I almost slipped back there, better be careful. Doesn't really help that Trunks is being this rude though.

"Probably cause they suck, but at least that stupid crap isn't on TV much." CLANG! Bump number two appeared on Trunks' head.

"What about that bowling game you mentioned Verto?" Gohan asked, changing the subject, "I think I've heard of that here, but training to save the world all the time kinda distracts you."

"Well the basic idea is you have this long lane about three feet wide..." I began explaining bowling to them.

After finishing, Trunks opened his mouth again, "Doesn't sound so hot, I bet I could bowl one of those perfect games every time. Man what a waste of time!" Yeah he got it again, CLANG! Trunks started to show his headache now. I stared at Chichi's large metal object, hoping I could keep myself in check so not to be struck with one.

"Well Trunks, I've never bowled 300 myself, 230 was my highest, about a year ago. I remember that night because my mother and my college roommates were swearing up and down they would beat the crap out of me by score and the opposite happened," I smiled at the memory.

"We'll have to try that sometime Verto, sounds interesting if you actually have to focus to get any kind of score." Gohan suggested.

"Just try not to break the pins with your strength, I kinda did that about a week ago," I added, rubbing my head sheepishly.

"Still sounds stupid, the time to play that dumb game would be spent better on training or playtime," Trunks muttered loudly.

"Yeah Trunks, it sounds really weird. I bet only retards play that game!" Chichi managed to hit them both with one swing.

"Trunks, do I need to have Chichi teach you etiquette again? You're being rude just like your father and that mouth needs retrained I think." Mom asked with a beaming look.

Trunks' face paled, "No mom, I'll behave."

"Good, I wouldn't want to bend my skillet anymore than I have to, now are you all staying here tonight?" Chichi asked.

"Sure Chichi, you have the room for us all?" Mom asked. While Chichi, Mom, and Gohan were discussing the sleeping arrangements, I noticed Trunks whisper into Goten's ear, resulting in an evil smile. Great, what are the twin terrors planning now? It ended up being me and the boys in the living room, couches and sleeping bags on the floor. Bulma and Chichi set up another bed in the master bedroom and of course Gohan got his own room.

"Now you boys have a good night's rest," Mom said, tucking Trunks and I in while Chichi did Goten.

"Goodnight!" We all said at once. I immediately tossed and turned a bit, I never did like being tightened down underneath a blanket. Finally turning and lying on my stomach, I let my tail loose from around my waist and let it roam by itself for a while. Laying my head on the pillow Chichi provided, I drifted off to sleep slowly, thinking about how wild the past two days had been.

Power levels (even though they don't really matter at this point)

Verto: 5,000

Goten: 13,000,000

Trunks: 15,000,000

Gohan: 45,000,000

A/N: I know that we barely see Chichi using a weapon known as the frying pan of terror, it's usually something else that she strikes with. However for a humor standpoint I put it in, it won't come up as much as in other stories, just where appropriate.