Tari threw her bag into the corner and collapsed on the bed. After being on her feet practically all night, it felt good to sit down. Trunks sat on the floor and glared at her. Tari gave him a surprised look.

"What?!" She said, crossing her arms.

Trunks looked away. "If mama or papa see you I'll be in so much trouble," he said, his face set. Tari let out a sarcastic bark of laughter. "Oh, and it didn't really matter when I was going to get in trouble for you and Goten's stupidity, did it?"

He looked at her, a hurt expression on his face. "Hey, c'mon now," he said. "It wasn't my fault!"

Tari let out another sharp laugh. "It was your idea to leave him in the forest!" She un-crossed her arms, then put her face in her hands. "Oh forget it," she said through her fingers. "There's no point in arguing, it was all of our fault, and I'm willing to admit that. What makes me angry is that Chichi made it sound as though it was my fault. Enitrely."

Trunks stared at her, clearly surprised. Tari took her face out of her hands and stared back in confusion. "What?" She asked.

Trunks shook his head. "Nothing," he said, looking away.

Tari jumped off the bed and started to poke him. "C'mon," she nagged, grinning. "What? Tell me!"

Trunks swatted her hand away. "Alright alright alright," he grumbled, "don't you find it a little wierd to be calling your mom by her first name?"

Tari suddenly became fascinated with her nails. "Huh? Mother? I don't have a mother," she said in a serious voice, "And if I did she would treat me just like she treated her other children."

Trunks was about to respond when he heard his mothers voice call up the stairs.

"Trunks," Bulma called, "c'mon your father wants you to train today. According to him you havn't been training anough lately."

Trunks put on a digusted face. "Mom!" He yelled back. "What does he mean? He's had me out training for four hours every day this week! Is that not enough?"

"Obviously not, dear, now get down here before he throws one of his fits," his mother called back.

Trunks rolled his eyes. "My god he's retarded sometimes," he said in an exasperated voice, "now you just stay out of sight, got it? If mama comes up here, hide damn it." With that he left.

Tari shut the door behind him and sat back down on the bed. "Well, I'm here," she said to herself. "Now what. I had better find something to do before I go crazy."

She opened up her bag and pulled out her stuffed lion. She set him on the bed and went back to her bag. She pulled out her gameboy then set it on the bed also. After closing her bag and hiding it under the bed, she jumped up on the bed and turned on her gameboy.

After an hour of her game, she heard a noise on the stairs. She quickly shut off her game, turning, alert to the door. She could hear Bulma muttering about how Trunks had probably left the room a mess. Tari didn't know what to do, Bulma was getting closer; probably already at the door.

She grabbed her game and Ceasar and ducked under the bed, watching the door. Sure enough, she saw Bulma appear at the door. She glanced around the room.

"It looks as though this place hasn't been cleaned in a century," she said in a slightly disgusted voice. "Better go get the vaccum."

Tari heard her go down the stairs. She came out from under the bed, sat on it and set Ceasar down beside her.. She knew in a few minutes Bulma would be back, and then where would she hide? She grabbed her bag, hitched it on her shoulders and went out the door.

She walked swiftly down the hallway, opposite the direction that Bulma had gone. She came to a set of stairs, and went down. For about 5 minutes she continued this. Hallway, Stairway, Hallway, Stairway, Hallway, Stairway, until finally she was in the basement.

"Pfft, I wonder how often they come down here?" She said to herself, glancing around the room.

She walked over to what she knew what some of Bulma's older inventions. She saw one labled "GMD" underneath it said, "Genetic Modifying Device". To tari, all it looked like wa sa nailgun with a few springs on the back.

She glanced at a few more of Bulma's contraptions, trying to figure out what each of them did. When she came to the end of the table, she couldn't believe her eyes. She bburst out in a fit of silent laughter. There sat the invention that Goten had totalled years before. Tari couldn't help but laugh; it was so wierd that Bulma would keep it. She then remembered that she had been blamed for it, and suddenly, it wasn't all that funny anymore.

At the end of the table was an open door. Tari glanced inside and saw the biggest of Bulma machines. She walked into the room, careful not to touch any of the random objects that littered the floor. Tari walked right up to the montrous machine, staring in awe as waves of blue lightning went back and forth between two metal poles at the top. She noticed a sign on the what she thought was a door to the inside of the contraption. She read the sign, and was in total awe. It wasn't the most original name, therefore Tari knew exactly what it was. "Time Travel Device"

Bulma entered the room once again, this time bearing the burden of the vaccum cleaner. She heaved a sigh and went to plug it in.

"Sometimes I feel that I need to do everything around this house," she groaned, dragging the wire behind her as she walked. Then she stopped in her tracks. On the bed sat a worn-out stuffed lion.

Bulme went to pick it up, then examined it. "Looks familar," She said. But from where? "Of course," She whispered. How could she have forgotten? Tari carried it around everywhere.

"But what would it be doing here?" She wondered aloud. Suddenly, an idea hit her. "Aw, no," she said in a ticked voice. She threw Ceasar back on the bed and stomped out the door.

Outside, Vegeta and his son were sparring.

"Come on, brat, you'll have to do a lot better then that to win against me," the saiyan prince said, dodging every attack his son threw at him.

Trunks was breathing heavily, trying desperately to get in a hit. He threw a punch at his father's face, and he blocked.

Trunks rolled his eyes. "I've had enough of this," he said. He jumped back and cupped his hands together. A bright light began to form within his palms.

"Ka...Me...Ha...Me..." He said, powering up. Vegeta watched on in amusement, his arms crossed.

Trunks thrusted his hand forward, setting off a long, blinding light towards his awaiting father. "HA!"

As it neared him, Vegeta slapped it away with the back of his hand. "Is that all?" He teased. "You're pathetic."

Trunks slapped his forehead. "Damn," he cursed.

Bulma opened the back door then marched out into the yard. She grabbed her son by the back of his short and dragged him into the house.

Trunks struggled against her. "Mom! C'mon, gettoff!" He yelled at her. Bulma let him go.

"I found a certain stuffed lion sitting in the spare room," she said with a set face, staring into his eyes. "Do you know anyone with a stuffed lion?" She questioned.

Trunks looked everywhere but at her. "No," he said.

Bulma rolled her eyes. "Don't you lie to me, young man!" She yelled. "You know very well that Tari has one, she carries it around everywhere!"

Trunks let out an embarassed laugh. "Hehe, oh yeah, her," he said, ruffling his hair.

Bulma put her hands on her hips. "I'm going to ask you, and you had better tell me the thruth, has Tari been here at all since she ran away?"

Trunks looked at her in the eye. "No," He said.

"Then why is her lion here?" His mother questioned.

Trunks didn't dare take his eyes away from hers. "She left it here a few days ago," he lied.

Bulma shook her head. "Okay, but if I find out you're lying you're in serious trouble. Now get outside before your father kills me."