BOOM! TWACK! POW! A little John Madden…or Adam West which every you prefer, to start the day! Well I guess I got to this chapter relatively quickly if I do say so meself…a lot better than that 8 month skid I pulled off with chapter 3! As usual Poetess continues to be my rock…much love to her for the support. And quite trying to figure it out because you won't!! WHY!?! Because my warped and evil mind has many plot twist and curveballs brewing beneath my plats! MWAHAHA…cough…hack…yeah. And to the rest of you people…please read, review, and enjoy! And for the new phrase of this story to indicate the beginning of a new chappy….out with "On with the show!" in with:

Now let the shoostings begin!!

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Our fates as a nation will be decided. Make a move to make a change…for on today: November 2, 2004:

VOTE OR DIE

"If I had a nickel for every time I heard that…"

Bulma shot a sharp glare back over at Vegeta as he leaned back on the sole operating chair in the medical ward of Capsule Corp. He smirked as she shuffled through the cabinets for minor ointments and bandages of kinds. He gave a short chuckle as his wife shook her head. Her temper was walking a thin line laced with eggshells. Probably because he'd turned their happy little dome in West City into a Swiss cheese wheel. It was a wonder she didn't throttle him then and there…but that wouldn't have helped anything would it? Not at all, besides it gave her an excuse to remodel and build work drones at the same time. The considered building a robotic Steve Thomas, fully equipped with 30 minute explanations on ways to improve your home and cheesy theme music. Bra prevented that when she saw it's fuzzy beard glued on to his overweight metallic body. 'That's totally square mom..'. Bulma didn't really care, as long as she got make something. She had to create, so dammit let there be robots!!

"But it isn't my fault…if your children would train like they should then I never would have had to beat the dog shit out of them…"

"Language Vegeta…"

Bulma did a locking motion by her lips as she prepared the ointment by the sink.

"Wh…tch, fine."

"That's good, besides why don't you just fess up."

He shot her an annoyed glance as she walked over to him, grabbing his arm searching for the slashes left in his flesh.

"To what?"

"To trashing the house. It's nobody's fault but your own. Just say 'Woman, I'm sorry for being a cantankerous little monkey', no pun intended mind you."

She rubbed the green gel on his arm as he looked at her stern, she gave a devilish glance in return before closing her eyes in an arrogant fashion.

"Beside Vegeta, your excuses are so lame…"

He laughed as she began to attend to his chest cover the new scars with the same genetic adhesive she placed on his arms.

"My excuses are lame? What about yours?"

She didn't look up as she moved down to his abdomen.

"What excuses?"

Vegeta clasped his hand together mustering the best Bulma voice he could amass, batting his eyes in an overly cute fashion that would disturb the average Vegeta fan.

" 'Hey Vegeta, could you help me move this?' and when I'm doing that you say 'How do you plan on picking that up with your shirt on, strip bud!'…"

She stopped as he continued.

"Or the ever popular, 'Wow, it's hot in here…maybe I should take this off.'."

She rose an eyebrow leaning into his face.

"How do you figure those are excuses…?"

"Because you only do that when you want to mate…why not come out and say it?"

"But does get hot in here!"

He laughed.

"While I'm watching TV…in a 67 degree climate? You'll have to do better than that Bulma."

She smiled leaning in closer with a seductive smirk.

"I never see you try and stop me…"

They both laugh as they inched in for what seemed to be the inevitable…what seemed to be.

"Yeah but I can! Aren't you too old to be seducing dad, ma'?"

Bulma gave Vegeta a quick peck before glancing back at Trunks with a dark stare.

"My son doesn't get enough sex in his own life, so he has to interrupt and criticize his parents."

He looked at his mother quietly for a moment. With several rapid blinks.
"Yeah…whatever…"
Trunks wasn't about to exploit the intimate details of his private life to his parents. That was just plain weird. Besides he'd never really been raised on the ways of open parent-child relationships. His mother was too blunt. If she didn't bite his head off for making the wrong comment. She'd poke fun at him about what was going on in his life. And Vegeta…well his father just wasn't warm and fuzzy. Vegeta was Vegeta. You'd never see him take Trunks on the water and…

He'd tied a brightly color florescent green and yellow jig to the end of just before smiling with satisfaction. His father chuckled slightly as he watched him cast his line out on the water with a buzzing wiz from the 6 foot open face lure towards the lily pads and submerged brush just across off the bank.
"I don't know why you use that fake bait."
Trunks smiled before glancing back at his father, whom sipped on a beer calmly while glancing down at his bob. It dipped in a minuscule fashion.
"I don't like touching the worms. They feel so slimy in my hands."
Vegeta scoffed again.
"Don't be soft son…it's only a worm. The red and white plastic ball dipped again.
"I know but still…besides the fake stuff is pretty efficient."
Trunks began to slowly reel his line in, tugging backwards on the line to make his jig look lively enough to attract any bass hiding amongst the muck.
"But it's fake…"
"That's why its cool."
Vegeta shook his head as he sipped his beer again. He reached in the small baby blue cooler next to him pulling another cold one out. He cracked the top open with one hand passing it over to his son. Trunks looked at the beer for a moment.

"You do remember that I am under aged, right dad…"

Vegeta gave him a reassuring nod. "Come now son, it's alright. You're going to do it eventually so I'd rather you start with me than your inexperienced friends. "

"R…Right!"

Trunks grabbed the beer slowly looking into it's golden contents. He slowly placed it to his lips taking a deep gulp…and his eyes popped open. This thing was the most bitter, vile thing he'd ever tasted yet his father continued to suck the thing down.

"How can you drink this!? It's awful!!"

Vegeta gave him a smile "It's an acquired taste, you get use to it…and speaking of it's…"

He looked at Trunks as he pulled his line in before casting it back out on the water. The purple haired teen glanced back at him calmly as a devious smirk came over his fathers face.

"How's your love life?"

"My what?"

"Your love life…quite a few ladies tend to call the house for you boy. Any of them your mate?"

Trunks quickly drugged more Budweiser to his brain gagging as he swallowed, partly because his father asked him such a question and partly due to the taste of fermented grain. He shook his head.

"N…not really…They just happen to be good friends of mine."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah…"

Vegeta leaned back slightly with a wink as he spoke.

"I don't know about that son…they might think about you differently."

"How so?"

"Well for example take the honey blonde that comes by looking for you all the time."

Trunks looked up in the sky for a minute. He scratched his head in thought.

"I know a couple girls with honey blonde hair dad. Think you could be more specific?"

"The one with a grown woman's body…real nice knockers."

"Oh…Christa. What about her?"

Vegeta smiled.

"I think she wants to jump your bones. "

Blood rushed to Trunks cheeks for a moment. He hastily mustered a manly expression before responding.

"How do you figure…"

"It's in her mannerisms, she gests flustered when she even mentions your name…and her clothes, overly provocative for a 16 year old."

"A…allot of girls dress like that these days."

"Your mother thinks else wise."

"S…She doesn't know everything."

Vegeta smiled. "Why are you acting so nervous about it? Don't tell me you're still a cherry?"

Trunks dropped his pole in shock at the question his father just asked him. How could Vegeta ask him something like that?

"I…m not…!!"

Vegeta leaned in closer.

"How many girls you been with you dog?!"

"Um...Thr…four!"

Vegeta gazed at his son before giving out a laugh. "It's alright son…a good looking guy like you will be doing the nasty in no time."

"But how…?"

"It isn't hard to tell son. But when you do make sure you use protection."

(a/n: Dark Wolf says safe sex or no sex at all!! Only you can prevent…bad…sex…thingies…or some shit. Just protect yourselves! So know you know, and knowing is half the battle! GI-BRO!!!)

Trunks smiled. "So you really think she wants me huh?"

Vegeta gave off a heavy nod.

"Big time."

Trunks shuttered at the thought. To be that chummy was a brand of evil beyond Alexial. He didn't give it another thought as he sat his briefcase down on the table as his mother went on with fixing Vegeta up. He pulled out the papers, eyeing through them for a few moments before turning slightly to his mother.

"If we're done talking about the birds and the bee's I need a couple of B.B.'s on these proposals."

Bulma stood up wiping her hands on her lab coat, pulling the reading glasses from her pocket she adjusted them as Trunks handed her the papers.

"Are these for advanced work on the warp gate?"

Trunks nodded taking off his suit jacket and placing it on the back of the exam chair his father was previously occupying. Trunks watched as Vegeta began limbering up, with stretches and lighting quick punching combos.

"The very same mom."

"Well give me a minute to look through this okay ?"

Trunks perked up at that idea. His mother didn't usually take the time to read through the actual paper for board meetings. A.) Because she didn't like the business aspect of her position, and trusted Trunks to make the right decisions, B.) She was only Head of capsule Corp. in name…Trunks was the real head honcho. Trunks shrugged however. If his mother wanted to look through it she was more than welcome. She sat down at the small desk in the back corner of the lab, crossing her legs with a serious expression on her face as she flipped through.

"Trunks…" Vegeta broke the silence by motioning for his son to follow him. Trunks pulled back slightly, he wasn't sure if Vegeta was going to try and hit him again. He wasn't about to ruin another suit just so his father could get his Sayain kicks. But when Vegeta motioned even hard to him, he knew he'd better comply or he'd be Sayain kicked.

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"Sounds like you're having a rough time of it…"

Pan sighed as she slammed her head on the kitchen table with a heavy thud. Videl lifted her cup of tea to her lips taking a sip. Pan rolled her head over to face her mother.

"You haven't the slightest idea mother!! I don't why all my teachers like to pick on me…"

"Maybe it's because they see your potential and feel like you just need a push in the appropriate direction?"

Pan gave a whimsical smile as she sat up.

"Yeah, I am pretty smart huh!?"

Pan quickly slapped her head back on the table with an even louder thud.

"If that was true I wouldn't have gotten mostly D's on my mid-terms…I'm gonna fail…"

Videl petted the back of her daughters head with a comforting coo.

"You'll do fine sweetie, I know you will. Just keep the faith."

Chi-Chi shouted in from the kitchen as the alluring aroma of beef stew and rice wafted in from the kitchen.

"Thanks grandmah…" Pan chimed flat faced. She appreciated the effort of her family, ever since she was little, They were always extraordinarily supportive of her. They never really let anyone pick on her, or take advantage of her…she always had some one to look out for her. Both physically, mentally, and finically. Her Sayain kin, use to bet the snot out of bullies and angry boyfriends. She would talk to big sister Bra everyday, and Gramps Satan paid for anything she could ever want. But now, they couldn't save her, now she was on her own. They couldn't do her work for her…she pulled her head up quickly. Maybe she could seduce one of the nerds on campus to do it? She grabbed her chest, giving it a firm squeeze for a brief moment. It works for Bra…but when she thought about it, Bra was much better built than she, and Pan just didn't have the curves or bust to do it. Nor the patients to deal with turning herself into a piece of eye candy to do it. She hated to wear a dress, and anything other than tennis shoes or boots would drive her nuts. So she banged her head repeatedly against the table, hoping to split her cranium open just enough that they'd excuse her for the semester. Instead her glass of water tipped over, drowning her in icy clear substance. She sighed again as her mother gave a sweet chuckle.

"I hope that wasn't the desired effect?"

She looked over at her mother with a hiss before planting her face back in the water. Videl scooted her chair over toward her daughter for a moment. She rubbed her on her thin shoulders.

"Why don't you ask you father for help?"

"Now there's an idea….Gohan would help you in an instant dear."

Pan sat up as Chi-Chi placed the bowl of stew beef and rice in front of her. She closed her eyes as she angrily snapped her chop sticks .

"Yeah right, he's got way to many papers to read and grade. Besides it's his fault I'm in this position in the first place!"

She hurried several quick bites in her mouth. Videl looked at her puzzle as Chi-Chi set a bowl down in front of her. She broke her chop sticks as well.

"I don't follow you."

"Well, if they didn't know how great a student and instructor daddy is, they wouldn't expect so much from me!"

Chi-Chi and Videl looked at each other quietly. The grandmother was the first to break the silence.

"You must be joking?"

"No way, I'm serious grandma. They break my back because of daddy…"

"Pan, that's ridiculous,…

"Yeah well you explain why my teachers are being anal then mom, bet you can't. Stupid father being so smart…"

Videl slammed her palms flat against the table with a growl.

"That's enough young lady, you will not bad mouth your father that way!"

Videl's arm suddenly extended to Pan's throat. Pan's eyes went wide as the pressure against her esophagus became unbearable.

"Noisy little bitch, always complaining about every little thing! You're such a brat!"

Pan struggled as tears flowed from her eyes she reached a hand out towards her mother as the seemingly rubber arm lifted her from her seat at the dinner table.

"M…M.."

Pan couldn't speak, the grip was way to intense. Why was this happening? Her mothers ki wasn't nearly strong enough to manhandle Pan, let alone allow her to control her body in such a fashion that it responded to her will like elastic. Chi-Chi was doing nothing. She simply continued eating her food shaking her head.

"I told you when you were pregnant Videl that this would happen. Sayains are about as hard headed as mongrels."

And instantly Videl dropped her, slamming her hard wood floor of her home. She coughed in the fetal position feebly.

"PAN!!"

Chi-Chi and Videl were instantly at her side. Pan gasped heavily as she backed away from them into the corner. They were taken aback.

"What's wrong honey…are you okay!?"

Pan's eyes wondered between them as she watched their genuinely concerned faces.

"Pan what happened?"

She backed off rubbing her neck, with clipped breathes. What was that…that was too real to be an illusion.

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"What's up dad?" Trunks asked while simultaneously rolling up his sleeves. Vegeta didn't smile as they both watched as Bulma turned the page with great interest. Vegeta crossed his arms to his chest still gazing at Bulma.

"What were you thinking when we fought?"

"The hell kinda question is that dad?"

Vegeta shot him a hard stare. Trunks figured then it was a serious one. Vegeta rarely pulled him aside to chat, and when he did, he knew it was of an importance. Something was bothering Vegeta…eating away at him so much he had to interrogate his son. So Trunks shrugged as he dodged a caulk wielding fix-it droid zoom past and down the corridor.

"I was thinking 'I gotta get him off me', yeah that's it for the most part."

"Is that a certain answer?"

Trunks gave Vegeta a nod. He watched Bulma curiously flip another page, not removing his eyes of his mate. Vegeta was on to something, but he didn't know what. His instincts were putting him on high alert, his emotions invoking the warrior spirit within. Paranoia was beginning to set in, he knew it was. Mainly because he was tempted to begin walking around in his level 3 form. Trunks watched his mother with Vegeta, as if waiting for something to happen, as if waiting for the scene to shift.

"I'm going to need you to think hard for a moment Trunks, did you feel anything out of the ordinary…did you see things that don't exist?"

He shook his head slowly. Vegeta's eyes narrowed again. "Damn.."

"I did though."

They both turned to see Bra enter in from down the hall she placed her book bag on the floor before joining them. She watched her mother while brushing a stray strand of hair out her eyes.

"It was when you were grabbing your chest, daddy. Trunks said something weird."

They both looked at her.

His power pulsing with great command and fury as the ground under him began to collapse slightly. Bra reached towards her father only to be yanked back by her elder brother. He leapt in the sky with her embraced, hovering above the mighty warrior.

"Trunks we have to help him!"

He shook his head.

"No way kiddo, with that much energy pulsing from him he'd cook you!"

"But…"

"He deserves it anyway…Mhm…"

Bra looked at Trunks as a crooked snarl came over him. And like that Trunks didn't feel like Trunks. His Aura hardened in an instant and his façade was dark.

"I said that?"

Bra nodded. She touched Trunks face tracing the outlines of his cheeks.

"You actually scared me…I'd never heard anything like that out your mouth. That expression you had was one of pleasure not concern. I didn't know what to think."

Vegeta could feel it in him, he could feel something drawing him, calling him back…there.

"She…"

Bra and Pan watched him as he paced himself into a sprint. Vegeta transformed into a Super Sayain then and there rushing out the front door and into the air.

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"It's…not right…"

Goku turned again with a simple laugh and a smile.

"How can this be…?"

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The 287 planes, this place that was suppose to be his tomb, this place he awoke from after surviving hell he gazed into the forest meadows silently for a moment a bead of sweat ran down the side of his face. His hair still golden from the transformation as he stepped forward.

"Mhmm…hmhm…ha…"

Vegeta's eyes widened as she stepped forward rubbing her ear lobe seductively. Her hair of chest nut blew to the side with those light brown streaks…those unholy eyes…those black wings. She laughed haughtily as Vegeta couldn't believe…Alexial stood before him!

Announcer Guy

In a strange turn of events, what could never be is! Alexial lives! Her presence as intimidating as ever, forcing Vegeta into a paralyzing fear!!! It looks like another fight with the destroyer of time is inevitable!! You've done it before Vegeta, you've got to do it again! Or we're all finished! Stay tuned for more,,.Dragonball Z!!!

END of PART IV

More strangeness to come! Stay tuned!

The Winds of Change