Saiyamo stepped out of the spaceship. She looked around, taking in her surroundings. They had landed in a clearing in what must have been a forest, because she could see nothing but trees. Saiyamo turned round to look at Tomakoto.
"Which way to Trunks Briefs' house?" she asked.
"I hoped you could tell me." Tomakoto replied. "I guess we'll both have to look, hm?"
"It's okay." Saiyamo said. "I don't need any help, and I wanna meet my daddy on my own. Do you mind if we split up now?"
"Well of course I do!" Tomakoto gasped. "I would be incredibly irresponsible if I let you wander a strange planet by yourself, you will stay with me."
"But I –"
"You will stay with me." Tomakoto growled coldly.
"Huh…?" Saiyamo was a little frightened by his tone. Why did he want her to stay with him so badly?
"…" She was too scared to refuse, so she decided to agree, it wasn't like it would matter much anyway. "Okay."
"Good."
~~~Capsule Corps~~~
"Trunks!" Bra banged on his bedroom door. She frowned when there was no answer. "TRUNKS!!"
"Read the sign!" his voice came over the music he was playing and through the door. Bra looked up and saw a sign saying in big bold letters 'NO KIDS'
"I'm not a kid!" Bra pouted.
"Then read the other sign."
"Other sign?" Bra looked and saw another sign on his door. 'NO BRAS WITH LIMBS'
"Trunks, let me IN!" Bra kicked the door.
"Go away."
"I'll tell dad!"
"Go away."
"TRUNKS!!" Bra started pounding on the door. Trunks ignored her. "Let me in!"
"What's the matter with you?" Vegeta asked as he came down the corridor and saw her.
"Daddy, Trunks won't let me into his room…" Bra sniffed, her eyes glistening.
"What's he doing in there?" Vegeta frowned when he heard the racket Trunks' CD player was making.
"He's playing his music real loud because he knows I don't like it and it upsets me." A tear escaped Bra's eye.
"Brats." Vegeta mumbled. He rolled his eyes and pounded on Trunks' bedroom door. "Trunks! Let your sister in – and turn that damn thing down before I blow it up myself!"
"But dad, she's been pestering me all day –"
"Oh for Pete's sake Trunks, grow up! She's seven years old and you're TWENTY! Stop acting like a damn kid!"
"Potty mouth, daddy." Bra said.
"Sorry." Vegeta replied bluntly, still glaring at Trunks through the door. "Trunks! I can still hear that noise!"
"Okay, I'm turning it down already!" Trunks snapped.
The music quieted down, and Trunks opened the door. He looked at Bra.
"What do you want?"
"Can I play with my dolls in your room?" Bra asked, holding up two pieces of plastic with fake blonde and brown hair and small clothing on them.
"No."
"Trunks, just let her do it, it won't kill you." Vegeta sighed.
"Fine then." Trunks mumbled. He pushed past Bra and Vegeta. "Then I'll go and train until you're done, dad, are you finished in the GR?"
"I'm going in now, I'll spar with you."
"Fine." Trunks shrugged, and walked off.
Bra looked at Vegeta.
"Daddy, I wanted Trunks to play with me…"
"Well he's gone now." Vegeta said. "You should've asked him before."
"Will you play with me? You can have Daisy." Bra held up the blonde doll to him. "She's my favorite."
"… Thanks, but I have to train your brother, why don't you ask your mother to play with you?"
"She's busy too." Bra said glumly. "Can I invite Pan round?"
"Sure – whatever." Vegeta turned to go after Trunks. "Just make sure you two don't come into the gravity chamber, okay?"
"Dad, I'm not stupid!" Bra said. Vegeta couldn't stop himself chuckling a little.
"Alright then – see you later."
"Bye daddy – and remember, you have to let Trunks win or he'll get bad-tempered."
"… Yeah thanks, I'll remember that."