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Chapter 2: Breakfast and Shopping

(A/N: my happy chapter, I think)

"Wake up wake up wake up!! Breakfast is ready! Come on, get up!"

Kris woke up to a small hyperactive blue demi-saiyan jumping up and down on her bed. She yawned and stretched and sat up, rubbing her eyes sleepily.

"Uh?" she muttered and blinked at the blurry figure that had now stopped jumping around.

"Breakfast is ready, and my daddy said he wouldn't wait for you to get up before he started eating, even though mommy said he'd get the couch if he didn't, so hurry up and get outta bed, sleepy!" Bra clarified.

Kris perked up at the mention of food and after a moment, it registered in her brain that if she didn't get out of the bed and to the kitchen, she wouldn't get any of it. She scrambled out from under the covers, or at least tried to. She ended up getting hopelessly tangled in them, and while she was busy thrashing around, biting and clawing at them, she failed to notice how close she was to the edge of the bed.

"Eeeee!!"

THUMP!

Bra giggled, crawled over to the edge of the bed Kris had fallen over, and peered down at the other Saiyan girl, who was still fighting a losing battle with the evil bed sheets from hell. Bra jumped down and proceeded to help her "friend" untangle herself. Kris stopped struggling and watched as Bra untied the knots that had somehow managed to form in the bed coverings. Why would Bra help her? No one had ever helped her before; they usually stood behind a glass wall and wrote things in pads of paper. So why would anyone want to help her now?

She snapped back to reality when Bra proclaimed "There! It's off." proudly. Kris stepped away from the sheets that now lay on the floor and smiled slightly in thanks at Bra, who grinned back, grabbed Kris's arm and almost dragged her out of the room and to the kitchen.

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After breakfast, where Kris had thoroughly stuffed herself on pancakes, bacon, eggs, toast, orange juice, and every other breakfast food imaginable, Vegeta had left to train in the GR, Trunks and Bra left for school, and Kris had decided that these people weren't really that bad after all. Bulma decided, after dropping Bra off at her school, that Kris needed new clothes. So, they drove to the nearest mall for a shopping spree. Of course, knowing Bulma's driving habits, 'drove' isn't really the correct word. There is no word with which to describe the horror of being in a car with Bulma Briefs at the wheel. Well, after about five minutes and 15 demolished mailboxes, 2 near-misses with pedestrians, and the grazing of a street light pole later, Bulma slowed down to only 20 miles over the speed limit and had stopped trying to get past all the other cars on the road.

Somehow, she managed to turn her head and look at Kris without hitting anything else. Kris had a death grip on her seat and was staring with huge eyes aimed at the windshield. (A/N: Remember, she's never been in a car before.) Bulma stifled a laugh at the sight and glanced back at the road long enough to avoid the car in front of her, which was going at an unbelievingly slow speed (A/N: The speed limit…) After that, she turned back to Kris, a serious look on her face.

"Kris," she said. Kris slowly brought her gaze from what she had decided was a black river of near-death to Bulma's serious face. She had to suppress the urge to tear out of the car and run far away. She was going to take her back to the compound! Her grip tightened on the seat, and if she had had fingernails, they would've pierced the cushion. She felt every muscle in her body tense up. She wouldn't go back, no matter what! She had momentarily forgotten everything that had happened in the last two days, right down to her own realization only a few minutes prior that these people weren't out to get her.

"W-what?" she asked shakily. Bulma took a deep breath.

"Do you want to live with us? Me, Vegeta, Bra and Trunks?" Bulma asked. She and Vegeta had talked about it the night before, after Kris had fallen back asleep. Bulma wanted to adopt her, seeing as her parents were obviously dead and no one else had ever taken care of her. Vegeta's only complaint was that there would be "another brat to deal with".

Kris blinked in surprise and her small body slowly relaxed. She…wanted her to stay? She wasn't going to take her back to the compound or throw her out onto the streets? Bulma continued talking.

"If you don't, that's all right. I just figured that since, from what you've told us, there's no one else to take care of you, we could," she said as she turned back toward the front of the vehicle. She waited for a response, which could take awhile, knowing how quiet Kris was.

Meanwhile, Kris just stared in shock. They wanted to take care of her? Did that mean they liked her? She had so many questions buzzing through her head that they all blended together into an incoherent string of thoughts. She got a warm feeling in her stomach that made her squirm in happiness. She felt like crying again, though she didn't know why.

"How about this," Bulma said, "I'll give you some time to think about this. Besides, I still need to talk to Trunks and Bra about it. So you just take your time, okay?" Kris nodded silently, still reveling in the warm/fuzzy feeling.

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Kris had never seen so many people, or colors. Every sense she had was being bombarded, except for maybe taste and touch. There was music playing, and all different kinds of music, from all directions. People were talking, shoes clicked and screeched against the hard tile floors. Her sensitive Saiyan senses were taking in so much at once she was becoming disoriented. And the smells! There was the far off smell of food, and perfume. Masking these odors was the overwhelming smell of people! Male, female, young, old, there were so many she couldn't even distinguish one from another!

Bulma grabbed her hand and held it so she wouldn't get lost in the crowd, and so began the shopping spree. Bulma almost had to drag poor Kris to the first store, she was so engrossed in the smells of the mall. Once they got into the store, Kris snapped out of it and looked around. It was a store specifically for children's clothes, and Bulma wasted no time in searching through the entire place, holding up various clothes to Kris, and after finding her size, didn't even continue doing that.

While Bulma was trying to find "the cutest little outfit" she had seen last time she had been there shopping for Bra, Kris wandered around the store. Something caught her eye and she walked over to it. It was a rack with a bunch of overalls on it. The overalls were all blue, with a pocket on the front, two pockets in the back part of the pants, and two on the sides. On the front, right below the pocket, were the words FIGHT in white. (A/N: That rhymed!)

Kris grinned and reached up to grab it off the rack. But, to her annoyance, it was hung too far up for her to reach it! She frowned and stood on her toes and stretched her arms high over her head and frantically tried to grab the article of clothing. Still no overalls. She was now all-out glaring at the overalls, as if they were taunting her by staying out of her reach. Her tail, which she had wrapped around her waist before entering the mall at Bulma's request, twitched in annoyance. Those overalls would be hers, no matter what. Now she just had to figure out how to get them.

She stood there for a moment, arms crossed and scowling, deep in thought. Anyone who walked by at that moment would have thought that it was the most adorable thing they'd ever seen. Suddenly, she got an idea. She grinned triumphantly and wasted no time in climbing up the rack. Her tail unfurled from around her waist to help her balance and incase she lost her grip. Her tongue stuck out of the side of her mouth in concentration as she reached for the hanger that was attached to the desired overalls.

She leaned further out, wiggling her fingers. Suddenly, the entire thing started to lean to one side. However, she didn't notice this; her entire mind concentrated on one thing: those darn overalls. She lunged at the hanger and grabbed it before the entire rack fell over, taking her with it. She screeched in alarm as she was buried in clothes and thrashed around in a futile attempt to dig herself out. She had about as much success as she had earlier that morning with the bed sheets.

By this time, Bulma had realized that Kris had wandered off and was looking for the little Saiyan when she heard the screech. She sighed and ran to where the sound had come from. When she got there, she saw about twenty racks toppled over, domino style. Bulma could definitely feel a headache developing. She noticed a large pile of clothes moving around and growling. She walked over and moved the clothes aside until she uncovered a snarling, thrashing five-year-old Saiyan who was clinging to a pair of blue overalls. Bulma stood up and crossed her arms.

"Kris," she stated to get the girl's attention. Kris opened her eyes and blinked.

"I'm free!" she squealed and leapt up and ran around in little circles. Bulma giggled. It was just so cute! She had planned on yelling at Kris for wrecking half the store, but suddenly couldn't.

"Look look Bulma!" Kris said after she had stopped running in circles. She held up the overalls and grinned, feeling very proud of herself for getting them all by herself. Bulma smiled and took the clothing.

"Did you get this all by yourself then?" she asked. Kris nodded vigorously.

"Can I get 'em?" Kris asked hopefully. Now Bulma nodded. "Yaaaaayyy!!" Kris yelled, and ran around in happiness again.

"Now come on, we've got to go pay for all this stuff. And get out of here before security shows up."

"Yaaaaayyyy!!"

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Bulma ignored the stares that people were giving them as Kris finished her tenth taco, fifth cheeseburger, and seventeenth slice of pizza. You got kind of used to it after awhile. Kris finally sat back and sighed contentedly.

"Finished now?" Bulma asked. Kris smiled and nodded. "Well, come on then. We've still got more shopping to do," she said and gathered up all the bags. Kris hopped out of the chair and followed her out of the food court. On their way to yet another store, Kris tugged on Bulma's hand. She pointed to a bookstore.

"Can we go there?" she asked Bulma.

"Sure thing. Do you know how to read?"

Kris nodded. "Mm-hm."

"Oh? Who taught you?"

Silence. Kris's grip on Bulma's hand tightened and she started towards the bookstore, Bulma following. Bulma decided not to enquire any further on that subject. For now, at least. Kris let go of Bulma's hand and ran to the children's section. Bulma followed her, but got distracted by an interesting looking book and stopped about halfway to the children's section to look at it.

Meanwhile, Kris was looking over the books eagerly. Unfortunately, she was so happy and excited, that she forgot to keep her tail hidden, and it wagged happily behind her as she scanned the shelf.

"Hey! Look at that! That's girl's got a tail!" a boyish voice shouted. Kris still didn't notice. She only noticed when she smelled three little boys behind her. Her tail stopped wagging and she turned around. She looked suspiciously at them and fidgeted nervously when they stared at her.

"How come ya got a tail?" one boy asked. Another one pushed him roughly.

"Don't be stupid, Charlie. It's 'cause it's a freak, that's why!"

Kris stiffened and narrowed her eyes at them. It was like before, only not as many people. The last boy chuckled.

"Yeah, and she's a girl. A girl with a tail! Heh heh. Hey, I bet if we pull it she'll start crying and run to her mommy!" he laughed. His friends laughed as well. Kris fairly shook with rage, and was barely able to keep herself from attacking them. How dare they?!

She closed her eyes and tried to will herself to calm down, but it only made her angrier. She opened her eyes and glared at them. However, they didn't notice. In fact, they got bolder in their taunts.

"Yeah, I bet she'll start crying; that's just like a stupid girl!"

Kris's eye started to twitch. One of the boys made a grab at her tail and she reacted instinctively. She backhanded him across the room, where he slammed against a shelf of books, knocking most of them off before sliding off. His two friends paled, glanced at her, glanced at each other, and ran. But would Kris let them run away without retribution for their words? Oh no.

She grinned savagely and tackled one of them to the ground, where she proceeded to beat on him. He screamed and cried while his "friend" ran as fast as he could away from the crazed girl and to his mother. Just then, Bulma showed up. She put one hand over her face and shook her head hopelessly.

'Why?' she thought. 'Why me?'

She looked at the Saiyan girl who was currently straddling the poor boy and beating on his face. Her mouth was twisted in what could only be described as a sadistic grin and her eyes looked demented.

'Shit,' Bulma thought. She hurried over to the pair and grabbed Kris by the back of the shirt. Kris snarled and tried to spin around to attack whoever dared to stop her from beating the weakling! She thrashed around helplessly while the poor little boy stumbled to his feet and limped away as fast as possible when…well, limping.

"What the heck do you think you're doing?!" Bulma screeched at her. Kris winced and calmed down slightly. She stopped struggling and crossed her arms, growling. Bulma set her down and Kris spun around to face her. She glared as hard as she could, but Bulma was unfazed. Just then, Bulma's watch beeped. She looked at it and turned the beeping off by pressing a little button on the side.

"We have to go pick Bra up from school now. But we'll talk later about beating up defenseless people. Understand?" Bulma said. Kris just snorted and looked away. Bulma sighed; she didn't have time to reprimand her, so she just grabbed the little girl's hand and hauled her out of the mall before security could show up and cause and even bigger scene.

So, didja like it? I'm sorry it's so short, but I don't think I can cram anything else into this chapter. I'm exhausted and my hands hurt. I wrote almost all of this chapter in one day. Again, it'll be awhile before the next chapter. I actually got done with this one much faster than I had expected. I am not capable of churning out one chapter a day or even one chapter every other day. Sorry, but I can't write that way. This next chapter will probably be titled 'Decisions' and it will be more serious and almost angsty. As angsty as you can get from a five-year-old, anyway.

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