Hey, sorry it took so long to update, but a lot has been going on lately, including finishing my senior year of high school and getting used to my first year of college. So i've been veeeerrry busy. And going through a period of writer's block definately does not help. So, enjoy chapter 3, I'll try my best to put up chapter 4 soon and to add more to my other stories. n.n TigerWing

Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ or any of its characters. I do however own the character Arilena. Anyone steals her, they will face the wrath of the tigerwing... so just don't do it. no plagarizing!

Chapter 3: Eternal Wedgie

Michelle stood in front of her mirror and studied her appearance closely. She pulled up her tight khaki flares that were frayed at the bottom from being worn so many times. She then straightened her deep blue tank top with a Neko-angel on the front. It showed part of her midriff and also slightly emphasized her chest, which was somewhat more developed than those of most girls her age. She felt uncomfortable to say the least. She adjusted her pants again then grunted in frustration.

"Stupid pants… I'm gonna have an eternal wedgie… And the shirt makes me look… well, not good… but it'll have to do." She sighed. "I swear I grew overnight… okay, maybe over a week."

Her little grumble-fest was interrupted when someone knocked on her door. She fixed her pants one more time then walked over to the door and opened it a crack. She saw lilavpur, so she opened it completely and let Trunks in. He was already in his pajamas: boxers and a really big black t-shirt and his hair was wet.

"You're dripping water on the floor, Trunks."

"Oh, sorry." He raised his left arm and put a towel on top of his head while he handed her a book with his other hand. "Here. This is for you." She took the book and Trunks then rubbed his hair furiously, trying to dry it as best as he could. "Mom told me to give it to you when we got here but I only just finished unpacking my stuff about an hour ago… why are you dressed like that? Didn't those clothes fit you when we left to come here?"

"Yeah, they did. Damn puberty and its damn growth spurts…" She looked at him and he just stared at her, waiting for the part of the answer he really wanted. "I'm going on a date." She said calmly. She then waited for the backlash. 3…2…1… and blast off!

"What? A Date! With whom, and where may I ask? Why was I not informed of this sooner?" He said quickly and slightly panicked.

"With Derek, at 'The Coast' Dance club, and because I forgot. Calm down Trunks. Breathe." He took a deep breath and calmed slightly. "Man, I guess this is what dad would have been like had he not died… and even in this time if he knew I was his daughter and all."

Trunks sighed tiredly. "Please, don't compare me to dad." He looked so much older than he really was.

"I'll be fine Trunks, don't worry. And you really should get some sleep. You look like you haven't slept since we got here." She walked over to her desk and put the book down on it then walked back over to Trunks and hugged him tightly.

"Thanks." She said into his chest.

"For what?" He asked, confused by his little sister's sudden loving gesture.

"For caring." He smiled and hugged her back.

"That's what big brother's are for, Lena… So I'm just doing my job. And mom would kill me if anything happened to you." He grinned and she glared at him then stomped on his foot. He grimaced in pain and backed away from her, plopping down on the bed. He rubbed his foot, trying fruitlessly to make the pain go away.

"Well I love you too sis."

Michelle laughed evilly and sat down at her desk. She looked at the clock, which read 5:40. She then twisted her hair back and held it in place with a hair clip. She pulled down some of her bangs and stood, facing Trunks.

"So, how do I look?" She asked as Trunks continued tending to his foot.

"Good. You are going to wear something over that, right?" He glanced up at her.

"Yeah, sure, dad, "she mocked.

"I can't help it if I'm protective of my baby sister." He said defensively.

"Over protective is more like it."

"I am not…"

"Michelle!" Bulma called from downstairs. "Derek is here!"

She turned toward the door and yelled, "I'll be right down!" She then turned back to face Trunks. "Now seriously, how do I look?"

He sighed, defeated. "You look beautiful, Arilena. Just like mom, actually. Except for the whole wearing clothes that are too tight and show too much…" she glared at him and he stopped. He then said, "You look nice." She smiled then picked up her duster and walked to the door.

"See you later Trunks. Oh, and I still think you act like dad…"

"Oh, shut up and go before I get mad." He joked while waving her away.

"Yes, sir." She left him behind and walked down the hall. She came to a sudden halt when a gruff voice said,

"Be careful, Arilexana."

She looked to her left only to see Vegeta leaning against the wall, arms crossed, scowling. Her brow furrowed in confusion and she said quietly, "Uh, sure." She looked forward again.

"Yes, I know who you really are, daughter."

She snapped her head in his direction and looked at him questioningly. "H-how…?"

"Michelle!" Bulma called once again from downstairs.

"I'm coming." She turned away from Vegeta and continued to the stairs.

"You really should wear something over that." Vegeta suggested flatly, but forcefully.

"Yeah, yeah. Why is everyone on my case about this? Geez…" She shook her head and rolled her eyes then descended the stairs slowly. She felt her heart begin to beat faster when she saw Derek standing in the doorway. He looked so attractive that Michelle could barely believe that he was going to be her date. 'Oh God…' She slowed to a stop in front of him; right next to Bulma who Michelle now noticed was tense.

"Wow. You look hot Mish." Michelle tried not to blush but was sure she had. She smiled slightly to try to hide her embarrassment and Derek smiled back broadly.

"Uhm. Thanks, Derek." Michelle turned her head slightly when she heard Bulma cough. Bulma forced a smile. Michelle raised an eyebrow in suspicion at the way Bulma was acting. 'Everyone knows something I don't. Ugh. Everyone's conspiring against me, even people who've just met me! Why does this always have to happen to me? God he's gorgeous…damn it…stupid conspiracies…Why do I have to be so paranoid..?'

"Michelle…Michelle!" Michelle snapped out of her thoughts when Derek spoke.

"Huh? What?" Michelle felt like an idiot, and really wanted to go back to her little conspiracy ramble-fest.

"I said we should go, my mom is waiting outside for us." Michelle looked at Derek, then at Bulma who was eyeing her strangely.

Bulma then smiled. "You two better get going. Have fun, okay? And behave yourselves."

"Will do, Ms. Briefs." Derek said politely. Michelle swore she saw Bulma's eye twitch…

"Okay mom, see you- oops…" Michelle closed her mouth quickly and ran out the front door dragging Derek along behind her. "Crap, crap, damn, crap! Stupid flying fudge monkeys, they should keep their truth serums to themselves… Grrr…" Derek looked at Michelle, half amused, half disturbed by her oddness. Back at the front door, Bulma rubbed her forehead and groaned, her nerves frayed completely.

"Mom…? Ugh. I need some coffee." Bulma turned and went into the house, mumbling to herself. Vegeta watched as she went past and smirked.

'Heh. I like this one…'

well, what'ya think? reviews are very welcome and in fact shall be rewarded by a happy face n.n