The Fate of Vegeta
Chapter 5
When Bulma shook Rasanay for the fifth time in two minutes, she just moaned
and rolled over. Bulma, frustrated beyond words, got a glass of ice cold water and
dumped the entire thing on Rasanay's face. Rasanay shreiked and sat bolt
upright, eyes wide.
"Who the hell did that!"
"I did," Bulma replied irritably. "Are you going shopping or what?" She had her
hands on her hips, the glass still in her right hand.
"What?" Rasnay asked, confused. She looked at Bulma, who was wearing a pair
of short kakhi shorts and a blue tank top with spagetti straps. "Oh, yeah. Give me
fifteen minutes."
Bulma left the room, and Rasanay took the fastest shower in history, then dressed
in a pair of Trunk's old baggy cargoe jeans and a black shirt that had his name
printed on it injagged purple letters. Below it was the title Capluse Corp. in bold
white letters, smaller than the purple print. Rasanay would have worn a different
shirt, but it was the only one that didn't come down almost to her knees that wasn't
dirty.
She stuffed what little Earth money she still had in her pants pocket and clomped
down the stairs in a pair of Trunk's battered sneakers. As she entered the kitchen,
Vegeta was leaning up against the counter, and he eyed her choice of clothing
distastefully. "What are you wearing, girl?"
"What does it look like?" Rasanay retorted.
Instead of answering, Vegeta snapped back,"Culdn't you find something better to
wear, brat?"
"My name is Rasanay, use it once in a while!" she yelled.
"But you can call her Rasa," Trunks broke in, appearing in the doorway.
"What?" Vegeta and Rasanay inquired at the same time.
"Rasa. That's going to be your nickname, Rasanay."
"Really?" Rasanay asked. "Rasa? There are plenty of other ones. "Ras, Rasana,
Rasan..."
Trunks shrugged. "I don't care. But if I need to warn you of, say, a ki blast, I can't
say your full name all the time, can I? It would have blown you to the next
dimension already, yes?"
"Depends," Rasanay answered. "But you can call me whatever you like, anyway."
She glared at Vegeta. "Except 'brat,' okay, Veg-head?"
Vegeta gave her an 'oh, thats very funny,' look, but didn't answer.
Bulma entered just then, saw everyone standing around, and said,"Well, it
appears that I'm the last one here, so, everybody sit down." Trunks and Rasanay
complied, but Vegeta remained where he was. "Now," Bulma said, more firmly,
directing her blue eyes at Vegeta. Vegeta didn't move, but crossed his arms as if
to say.'make me.'
Bulma walked over to where Vegeta was leaning and grabbed him by the ear.
Trunks and Rasanay struggled to keep a strait face as Bulma nearly dragged
Vegeta over to a seat, amid Vegeta's arguments. "Let go of me, woman! How dare
you! I am the Prince of Saiyans!"
Bulma thudded him into a chair. "Well, I guess that makes me the Princess of
Saiyans, doesn't it?" she shot back. Rasanay clapped her hand over her mouth to
stiffle the giggles she couldn't hold back as Vegeta stared daggers at his wife's
back.
Soon stacks of toast were piled up on the four Saiyan's plates, as well as many
eggs and slabs of ham. Rasanay's tail swished happily as she shoveled food into
her mouth, going as fast as Trunks. Vegeta was eating marginally slower than
usual, probably still trying to repair his overiarge ego. Bulma, used to such
behavior, was eating noticably slower than her companions, not even blinking at
their obtrusive table manners.
When they were done, clean up robots wisked away the now-spotless plates.
"Well, Rasa, we have to go get ChiChi. You can meet the Son family while we're
over there."
"Isn't that where Goten lives?"
"Yes. His parents are Goku and ChiChi."
"Oh."
Vegeta glanced at his son. "More training for you," he growled. "You never know.
That king Rasa keeps going on about might decide to visit us one of these days."
Rasanay smiled as she heard one of her nicknames being used by the proud
prince of Saiyans. "And you," he said, eyeing her. "Should tell Kakarott about your
little predicament."
Rasanay nodded.
Vegeta headed out of the kitchen, followed by Bulma. On their way out, Trunks
asked,"Rasa, what's your favorite color?"
"Green. Dark green, preferably. Why?"
"Oh, just wondering." Rasnay gave him a suspicous look, but before she could
accuse him of anything, he headed of after his father, towards the gravity
chamber. She sighed and exited the house, walking up to Bulma.
Then she stopped and looked around, confused. There was no transportation to
speak of. "Bulma-chan, how are we going to get there? I don't see a car."
"Oh, yes," Bulma explained. "Our last one got demolished when Vegeta got mad. I
have a new one with me."
"What?"
"Just watch." Bulma dug around in her pocket for a minute, the produced a red
capsule. She tossed it into the air. It emitted a big puff of pinkish smoke, and a few
moments later, the two were staring at a sleek red aircar.
"Amazing," Rasanay complimented, her voice filled with awe. She ran her finger
along the car's door.
"Well, are you going to get in?" Bulma asked, opening the door to the driver's seat
and hopping in. She was grinning at Rasanay's praise, even though the capsules
were an old thing to Bulma herself now.
"Of course," Rasanay replied, jumping over the door and landing perfectly in the
white leather seat.
"Show of," Bulma complained.
'You got that right," Rasanay agreed happily. "Step on it."
And step on it she did. The aircar sped out of the driveway and hurtled down the
road, since no cars were present. Soon it was out of sight of the Breif household.
Inside the house, Vegeta peered through the curtains. "Alright, Rasa's gone. Let's
get to work."
Trunks nodded. "Rasanay's favorite color is green. Do we have that color?"
"Yes."
Bulma and Rasanay arrived at the Son house about thirty minutes later. They
nocked on the door. It was opened by a sleepy-eyed Goku wearing boxers in his
traditional orange, but nothing else. "Huh? Oh, hi Bulma. Chi Chi will be here in a
minute. Just then he noticed Rasanay, who had turned faintly pink. "Oh! I didn't
know you had company. Sorry, I'll be right back." Goku ran back into the house
and dashed up the stairs.
Bulma walked in, followed by Rasanay, who closed the door. As they sat down on
the couch, Bulma chuckled. "Goku never wakes up until noon unless ChiChi kicks
him out of bed. I guess she didn't bother this time."
"Yeah, well, rnaybe she should have," Rasanay muttered.
"Oh, don't worry about it," Bulma said, patting her arm a few times. "Goku won't
remember anything, and my lips aren't going to move. It doesn't really matter
anyway."
"Humph."
Much to Rasanay's annoyance, Bulma laughed.
Goten surprised both of them by jumping over the back of the couch and landing
between them. "Hi, Bulma!" He looked over at Rasanay. "Hey, the little pre-teen
with tons of enemies back!" Your name is... Rasana, right?"
"Rasanay," she answered gruffly. She had had enough surprises for one day. "But
you can call me Rasana if you want. Or Ras. Or whatever the hell you want."
"Who just swore? Was that you, Goten?"
Rasanay started at the sharp tone of voice, and turned in unision with Goten. "No,
Mom. It was a knew friend of mine. She doesn't know about your 'No swearing in
the house' rule."
"Well, who is your friend, then?"
"Me."
ChiChi took Rasanay's rugged features in. Her big brown eyes and deep tan from
being under many suns on many planets. Her exceptionally broad shoulders and
her long arms, which was as far down as she could see, since Rasanay was
leaning over the back of the couch. But she eyed Rasanay's scruffy black hair
most of all. It was begining to grow back faster than anyone had expected, so her
bangs hung over her eyes in thick bunches. "Is this the girl you called about,
Bulma-chan?"
"Yes. Her name is Rasanay, but she now goes by plenty of nicknames." Bulma
smiled slightly.
ChiChi's expression softened considerably when she heard this. "Well, Bulma told
me your whole story over the phone, Rasanay, and considering what you've been
through, I can forgive you this once. But remember to never swear in this
household or in my presence ever again."
"Okay, ChiChi," Rasanay agreed, relieved at getting away from this formidable
woman's wrath.
"Yeah, Mom told Dad and I about it too," Goten said. "Dad's been training a lot
harder than usual. He thinks that King Cekor guy is going to come any time now."
"He might," Rasanay reminded.
"I know, but still!"
"Oh, so you're Rasanay, are you?" Goku had come back down starts, dressed in
his regular blue and orange coining.
"Yep," Rasanay confirmed.
"Sorry about that little incident before," Goku said casually, walking around and
snagging an apple off of the fruit arangement and biting into it. "I wasn't really
awake."
"I've gotten over it," Rasanay replied, easily enough.
"Well, I'm starving. I'll be in the kitchen."
ChiChi snorted in disgust as she watched him through the door. "He can't even
stay and chat for one minute. He's always hungry!"
"Aren't all Saiyans?" Rasanay asked.
"Not like Dad is," Goten replied, grinning. "He eats every half hour and he still isn't
satisfied."
"Jeez!" Rasan exclaimed. "Even I don't get hungry that often!"
"What?" Goten asked confused? "You mean... you can't mean it."
"Yeah, I'm Saiyan."
"WHAT!" ChiChi fell over and Goten's eyes bugged out as he stared at her.
Bulma prodused the infamous anime sweat drop.
"I'm only half Saiyan," Rasanay added hastily, but it didn't help.
"Where's your tail!" Goten exclaimed, trying to lean around Rasanay. She flicked
her tail in Goten's face. He grabbed it and starred at it before Rasanay could do
anything about it. It was Rasanay's turn for her eyes to bug out, and she clenched
her teeth.
"Would you mind letting go?" she managed painfully.
"What? Oh, sorry." Goten let go of her tail, and Rasanay pulled it back quickly
before he could grab it again, wrapping it around her waist.
At that moment ChiChi clambered back onto her feet with as much dignity as
possible. "Well then," she began, brushing dust off of her orange and purple
skirt,"Let's get going." She looked at Rasanay, trying not to stare at her tail. She
saw the shirt she was wearing with Trunks' name on it. "I can see you need
clothes," she continued wryly. "So I guess I might treat you to a few things."
Completely aware that Bulma had offered the same thing a day or two ago,
Rasanay grinned. "Thanks, ChiChi-chan! Lets go!"
A few minutes later Rasanay was dragging the two older women towards Kid's
Gap. "Let's try this one!"
Bulma glanced around. "The Gap for adults is right next door. Come get us if you
need some cash."
"Right," Rasanay agreed, and headed into the store alone.
She walked along the isles, soon picking up plenty of clothes she wanted to try on.
She headed towards the changing room and tried them all on. She came out
about fifteen minutes later, having to put about half the stuff back. She walked up
to the checkout counter and dumped all of the clothes she was going to buy on top
of it. A pair of green kapris, a pair of kakhi pants, a yellow Tshirt, a red fleece vest,
an olive colored tank top, and a dark green hat with floppy edges.
The girl behing the cash register looked down her nose at her. She was in her late
teens, and blowing large pink bubbles with her chewing gum. She had golden
plate hoop earings on and had bleached her hair blonde. Immediatly Rasanay
didn't like her.
"Where's your parents, kid?" she asked in a nasty voice.
"The adults I came with are in the Gap store next to this one," Rasanay replied
carefully. She couldn't say 'her parents' or 'parent' because hers were dead.
"Well, I doubt you have enough money for all this stuff. Why don't you go get
them?"
Rasanay though about what Vegeta would do in a situation like this. Probably
terrify this girl out of her wits and go off without paying her a cent. But she couldn't
do that. One, ChiChi would scream at her until she was blue in the face, and two,
Rasanay wasn't that type of person.
She frowned in frustration and replied,"! can pay for this myself. Ring it up."
The girl sneered at her. "Thats a pretty tall order, short stuff."
"I am not short," Rasanay retorted, getting angry, but struggling to keep her ki
level down. "And it isn't a tall order either, you dumb blonde. You do it for every
other customer, so do it for me.
"What did you call me?" the blonde hissed, narrowing her eyes.
"You heard me," Rasanay said, getting pissed. "Ring it up, or I'll get your
manager."
That seemed to sweeten the teenager up a bit, but she still couldn't help
hissing,"Go to hell, you little twerp," as she rung up the price of Rasanay's
purchase.
"You first," Rasanay replied sweetly as she payed the amount and turned her back
on the fuming girl, stalking towards the door. She saw a store personell with a
badge that read 'Manager Eric Houston' on it, and stopped him. "Excuse, me, but
you are the manager of this store, are you not?" she asked politely.
"Yes. I have been for six years."
"Well, the girl over at the register was giving me a hard time about ringing up my
stuff, and I was wondering if you could talk to her. She was quite rude about it."
Eric Houston glanced over the girl's way. "Yes, of course I will. I assure you that
most of our employees are very well mannered, but Christa is new, so...," he
trailed off.
"I understand completely. Thank you for your time." Rasanay walked off cooly,
thinking satisfied thoughts and leaving behind a very impressed manager. Most
offended customers stormed off in a huff, dragging their whining kids with them.
But this kid, with no adult supervision whatsoever, handled the situation calmly
and politely, like a mature adult.
Rasanay strolled into the Gap next door and spotted Bulma and ChiChi headed
the exit, both carrying plastic bags. "How'd it go, Rasan-chan?"
"The girl at the counter was being a bi-" she broke of quickly, remembering
ChiChi's rule. "Was being dificult, but I managed her. I even set her boss on her."
Rasan remembered the level-headed manager easily, and complimented silently
for the way she had heard him berating his underling just before the door had
closed.
"Good for you," ChiChi said, with a hint of pride.
"So, what did you get?" Rasanay asked curiously.
"Oh, just a blouse," ChiChi replied.
"I got a blue skirt," Bulma said.
"I got tons of stuff, but it pretty much cleaned me out," Rasanay told them
regretfully.
"Ah, don't worry about it," Bulma scoffed. "Today will be our treat."
Rasanay's eyes glinted mischeviously. "Boy, are you going to regret that," she
informed the two women. "Come on, let's go!"
She grabbed their hands and pulled them to Limited Too, where she promtly
bought four sports bras and got out of there. She shuddered as she left. "There
are way to many butterflys and flowers in that place," she complained.
"I like butterflys," Bulma said in an offended tone. "But I never was very fond of
that store either."
"How about Old Navy?" Rasan asked.
"That one is okay," ChiChi said. "I never got anything in there myself, but I think
you would like it."
"Well, then, what are we waiting for?" As the two older women got dragged along
behind yet again, they exchanged glances. "You never told me she was a
shopping fanatic," ChiChi reprimanded.
"She said she loved to shop, but I didn't know she loved it this much!" Bulma
exclaimed defensively.
At Old Navey Rasanay bought two pairs of cargoe jeans, two pairs of baggy
shorts, one of them kakhi, a grey shirt with Old Navy printed on it in white, and a
dark green, long sleeved shirt, also with white Old Navy lettering. ChiChi and
Bulma didn't get anything at that store, but they grinned evily and dragged
Rasanay along to a store of mainly dresses, skirts, and blouses. They had noticed
that her taste did not extend very far into that type of clothing.
The first dress presented to Rasanay was enough to strike fear into the heart of
the hardened child. "Ack, no! I am not wearing that!" It was pink and frilly.
The next one proved more exceptable, however. "Hmm.. dark green, my favorite
color. Knee length, and not so tight I'd have trouble walking. Alright, I'll try it."
Rasanay ended up with three other dresses, two skirts, and four blouses. She
eyed the clothing with something bordering distaste. "I'm still not sure about that
lavender skirt..."
"I know you hate skirts, its written all over your face, but you refused all the others
point blank, and you look smashing in it, besides," Bulma explained.
"If you say so, Bulma-chan," Rasanay sighed.
"I do," Bulma said firmly. She herself had a huge pile of clothes stacked in her
arms. ChiChi had also gotten a few things, but not as many as Bulma.
"And you think I'm a shopping freak?" Rasanay asked, amused. Bulma dumped
her huge pile onto the counter along with Rasanay's sizeable one and ChiChi's
pile, which was about the same size as Rasanays, except a little smaller.
"Well, Vegeta will do a double take when he sees me in this," Bulma says
innocently, pulling out a wickedly short golden colored miniskirt.
"Bulma!" ChiChi exclaimed. "Thats... thats awful!"
"For lack of a better word, right? Rasanay asked lighlt, eyes twinkling. ChiChi
peered closer, and ecided that Rasan's eyes actually had gone a few shades
lighter from almost black. It must be the other side of her heritage, she thought.
"She will look good in it, though. And I can't wait to see Vegeta's face."
"Oh, for Dende's sake!" ChiChi cried in exhasperation.
Rasanay's look of delight was shaded by confusion as the person behind the
register started to ring up the numerous purchases. "Who's Dende?" she asked.
"Oh, I forgot, you don't know, do you?" ChiChi said. "He's the gaurdian of the
Earth. He's Namekian, like Piccolo."
"I've heard of the Namekians, but whose Piccolo?"
"Oh, you don't know anyone!" Bulma cried. Rasanay didn't cover her hurt look
quick enough, and ChiChi glared daggers at Bulma. "Oh, I'm sorry, Rasanay-chan.
I didn't mean that."
"It's okay," Rassanay mummbled, looking at her feet. "I knew you guys would get
tired of me sooner or later. I'm probably just in the way. And you're buying me all
this stuff, too."
"Oh, no, Rasa-chan, we aren't tired of you!" Bulma said. "I always say things I
don't mean, don't I, ChiChi?"
"All the time," ChiChi agreed, still glaring at Bulma. She put an arm around
Rasanay in an atempt to comfort her.
The young man was still wringing up the bill, so the trio could still talk without
being disturbed.
"How about this," Bulma said, lifting Rasanay's chin with her forefinger. "We can
go to a CD shop next, and you can get up as many as you want. Well, maybe not
as many, but quite a few, seeing as those are expensive. You need to learn about
our music."
"Really?" Rasanay asked, looking into Bulma's eyes.
Bulma smiled. "Yes really," she confirmed.
"Cool!"
ChiChi shot her a look that said 'good job,' as the young man asked,"! have your
bill ready, ma'am."
"What? Oh, here," Bulma said, and pulled out a few hundreds.
"Th-thank you," the man said. "24.67 is your change." He handed over the money.
Rasanay grabbed her two bulging bags and one of Bulma's, seeing as she had
five to carry from that store alone, and dashed off towards the nearest CD store,
leaving ChiChi and Bulma in the dust. When they caught up, Rasanay was
her foot impatiently, holding a stack of five or six CDs and surrounded by bags of
all shapes and sizes. She had put down all of her clothes.
Bulma eyed the stack suspicously. "Most of them were on sale," Rasanay said
hurridly.
"Allright, thafs the start of your collection, I guess. Let me have them, I'll go pay."
"Yesss!"
When Bulma came back, she handed the small plastic bag to Rasanay. "Why
don't we go get a swimming suit or two?" ChiChi asked.
"I need a few new ones as well," Bulma agreed. "Some of mine are staring to wear
out."
"I think you can do without a couple of the bathing suits you have," ChiChi told her
sternly.
"Well, I need to get one, so forward we go, eh?" Rasanay said, settling the matter.
They set off towards a new store, for once not running and dragging each other
along.
Back at the house, Trunks was laughing at a green paint streak on Vegeta's nose.
"What's so funny, boy?" he demanded.
"Your nose," Trunks said between peals of laughter.
"You think that's funny, huh?" Vegeta said, dipping his paintbrush in the can.
"Well, take this!" He lashed out at Trunks' head, leaving a large green streak in
Trunks purple hair.
Vegeta crossed his arms, leaned back on one leg, and laughed at his son's
misfortune. Little did he know that his paintbrush was dripping heavily down onto
his jeans.
When he found out, a loud,"Shit!" could be heard for two blocks.
Rasanay came out of the changing room modeling a dark purple one peice. "What
do you think?" she twirled around once.
"I think it looks fantastic," ChiChi commented. "You have a great tan, Rasa-chan."
"I agree, but you have three one peice suits now, Rasan-chan. Lets look for a few
two peice suits," Bulma suggested.
"Okay," Rasanay agreed.
"Just not to skimpy," ChiChi warned.
Bulma laughed. "Oh course not, ChiChi!" ChiChi just sighed, knowing what type of
suits the two schemers were going to come back with.
Well, she was half right. Rasanay came back with one suit that had a halter top,
and one that was tied with strings. But the other two were exceptional in ChiChi
standards, one all black with a little red Speedo on the right, the other green and
yellow with a slightly lower neckline. ChiChi was still hoping the halter top one
would turn out not to fit properly, but they all fit perfectly.
"Great!" Bulma cried. "We'll turn you into a super model yet!"
ChiChi produced the anime sweat drop. Rasanay stared at Bulma. "I hope you
were joking," she said seriously.
Bulma laughed. "Duh. Go on, change back."
A few hours later, ladenned with so many bags even Rasanay was bending
slightly under their weight, (she had taken three of Bulma's and one of ChiChi's as
well, because they didn't train like she did) they tramped towards the car.
"I can't believe you can carry so many bags, Rasa-chan," Bulma said.
"Hey, it's the least I can do. Your the one who bought me all this stuff. I should at
least help you guys carry yours, right?"
Bulma shrugged and set her bags down in relief, since they had come to her car.
She popped the trunk and proceeded to load the bags in, with ChiChi and
Rasanay helping. "You're in back, Ras," Bulma reminded as Rasanay reached for
the passanger door in the front.
Rasanay sighed. "Yeah, yeah, I know."
They all got in the car (Rasanay jumped over the seat again) and drove away. In
the middle of one of ChiCh's sentences, Rasanay's stomach rummbled audibly,
followed by her equally audible groan. "Ouch... I didn't have lunch today."
"I thought you went without food for entire day before," Bulma teased.
"I did," Rasanay moaned. "But you've totally spoiled me. It took me nearly two
years to build up a resistance like that on a Saiyan stomach. If II probably take me
weeks to get my stomach back on track after I'm gone. Ugh."
"Less food for, you then, huh?" Bulma giggled. But then a certain line caught her
attention, and she nearly swerved into a car passing by on the opposite lane.
"What do you mean, 'after I'm gone?' You are staying, aren't you?"
"Well, yeah, for a little while," Rasanay allowed. "But I'm not going to stay that
long. I don't want you guys to get hurt if King Cekor decides to drop by. Hey, can
we stop at that resturaunt?" She stuck her head out the window as they went by,
but Bulma didn't stop driving.
Instead, she snorted. "Sometimes, Rasa-chan, you're just like Goku. No, we aren't
stopping. But how can you think of food so much when we're discussing
something this serious?"
ChiChi decided it was the right time to jump into the conversation. "Yeah, its our
disicion as to wether we want to help you, and we do. My Goku is the strongest
fighter in the universe, didn't you know that?"
"The strongest fighter on the good side, you mean," Rasanay pointed out glumly.
"I think that king is stronger than even him. He never showed his real power to me
before, though, so I'm not sure. But he has a lot of followers, otherwise he wouldn't
be chasing me across the galaxy, eh?"
"Right," Bulma laughed. "But when the time comes, we'll find out who's the
strongest."
Rasanay shook her head, confused. "I still need to figure you Earthlings out," she
said regretfully. "Sometimes you make no sense. You want to help a kid you've
only known for a few days, who's already running from the most powerful being in
the universe? That's just plain nuts."
"Maybe," Bulma temporized. "But Goku would say the same thing, and he's a
purebread Saiyan. I bet if we could squeeze it out of him, Vegeta would say the
same."
"Hah!" ChiChi snorted. "Vegeta doesn't say anything nice about anyone!"
Rasanay laughed. "For the most part, ChiChi, you've got Veg-head down."
ChiChi glared at her. "Don't be rude to people, Rasanay, even if you don't like
them."
Rasanay cowered slightly under ChiChi's gaze but said, in her usual
insolence,"Who said anything about not liking him? I simply stated that Vegeta
never compliments anyone." She grinned evily. "That doesn't mean he doesn't like
anyone. I think Trunks is a good example of that."
Bulma went slightly pink and ChiChi got angrier. "And what do you mean by
that!"
"Oh, nothing," Rasanay said vaguely, and innocent look on her face.
ChiChi snorted. "Like I believe that."
Luckily for Rasanay, they had arrived at ChiChi's house, so ChiChi could not
continue to argue with her.
ChiChi got out of the car, and went around to the trunk. She struggled to open it
for a minute, than stamped her foot in frustration. "Its jammed!" she shouted, her
hands balled up into fists.
Rasanay got out of her seat before Bulma could move. "Its probably because
there's so many bags. Here, move a sec." She bumped ChiChi over and heaved
on the trunk handle. The lid popped open easily and allowed several bags to
topple out of the car.
"Thought so," Rasanay said ruefully as Bulma got out of the car to help pick up the
mess.
Goku and Goten came out of the house as the three finished picking up the mess,
Rasanay shoving her green silk dress into one of her fallen bags hurridly before
Goten could see. "Hey, you guys," Goku greeted.
"Hi, Son Goku," Bulma replied. "We're back."
"I know," Goku stated unessecarily. "So, ChiChi, what did you get?"
"Its for me to know and you to find out," she replied smugly. Goku shrugged.
"Hey, you guys," Bulma started hesitantly, eyeing Rasanay out of the corner of her
eye,"Would you like to come over for dinner?"
"Sure!" Goten yelled.
"I don't know..." ChiChi began. "I wanted to have a nice family dinner."
"Oh, please, kasaan. Please, can I at least go?"
"Well... I suppose its alright. Just call if you decide to stay over."
"Of course."
ChiChi slid a glance over to Goku and smiled. "Well, I guess its just you and me,"
she said.
Goku gave her a goofy smile and followed her into their house.
"Yes!" Goten shouted, making Rasanay hop slightly. She had been watching
ChiChi and Goku with her eyes out of focus. "I can't wait to see Trunks again!"
"Oh, I can imagine," Bulma said dryly. "You must not have seen each other for,
what, two days? Your bodies must be shriveling up for need of excersize."
"Not with tousan working me like he is," Goten replied seriously. "He even got up
before noon without kasaan's help once."
"That must be a new record for Goku," Bulma replied, smiling.
"Yeah, my Dad sure is a weird combination. When he's not saving the universe
he's sleeping or scarfing down food."
"Well put," Rasanay agreed.
Goten glanced over at her as he opened the back door to the aircar and hopped
inside, scooting over so Rasanay could fit in as well. "So, you're half Saiyan, eh?
That sure came as a surprise."
"Actually, your reaction was almost the same as Trunks', except he didn't grab my
tail."
"His Dad probably taught him something about Saiyan tails. Both of ours were
removed at birth, and Dad doesn't talk much about Saiyan rituals and stuff."
'"And stuff,'" Rasanay said jokingly. "How discriptive. You must have one the
Newberry Medal or something at least once."
"Hey, as far as I know, 'or something,' isn't the best vocabulary phrase either."
"You're both right," Bulma broke in. "If it will shut you two up." She pulled out of
driveway and turned onto the main road.
"Ah," Rasanay said in a praising tone of voice, her eyebrows entirely hidden by
her low bangs, "The genius speaks."
"You got that right," Bulma snapped. "Now shut up."
"Why?" Rasanay asked rudely.
"Didn't you ever get taught to respect your elders?" Bulma asked irritably, careful,
however, to avoid the phrase 'parents teach you.'
"Nope. Vantaj didn't bother with that sort of stuff. He just said 'Respect people with
power, be careful of those in the shadows, and ignore those you can walk all over.'
"What good advice," Bulma replied sarcastically. "I certainly don't hide in the
shadows, and I'm not all-powerful, so I guess that makes me someone you can
walk over?"
"Not at all," Rasanay countered, with a glimpse of a silver tounge. "You, Bulma-
chan, are quick of wit and sharp of tounge." Rasanay grinned. "You can even back
Vegeta into a corner." Goten laughed, and Bulma grinned, rather proudly.
Bulma held the defensive position to her husband, however. "Veggie-chan always
gets me back somehow, though. Last time he broke into my hoard and ate all of
my chocolate."
"Oh?" Rasanay asked interestedly, leaning forward. "You have a stash of
chocolate? What kinds?"
"Oh, all different ones," Bulma replied carelessly, eyes still on the road, driving.
"My favorite are Snickers bars, but I love Reeses Peices too."
"Reeses, huh? Where do you keep this treasure of yours?" Rasanay's eyes had
lightened a few shades.
"Oh, behind the dresser in- hey, wait a sec!" Rasanay pulled her face back quickly
as Bulma's hand came wizzing by. "You little brat!" she yelled. "You are so
manipulative! Vegeta's personality is beginning to rub off on you!"
"Nonsense," Rasanay denied. "I simply asked where you held your chocolate. You
chose to give an answer."
"Brat,1 Bulma muttered again, through a breath of exhaled air. A smile was playing
on her lips, though.
When Goten saw this, he grinned. "Well, I can tell that you and the Breifs have
gotten pretty close these past couple of days. Vegeta working you to the bone
yet?"
"He did yesterday," Rasanay admitted. "1 nearly blew an entire gravity chamber,
and Vegeta was really pissed. I'm betting he's doing the same thing to Trunks right
now. I would have envited him with us, but its not exactly custom to bring a male
friend along when your trying to find out which bikini you want to buy, is it?"
Goten grinned. "No, it isn't."
"We're here!" Bulma announced from the front seat. "Goten," she commanded,
"You're going to help me with my bags. We went all out this time."
"Ack," Goten groaned. They all got out of the car and Rasanay popped the lid.
Goten took one look at the overflowing compartment and staggered, putting a
hand to his forehead. "You did more than go all out," he told them "You went flat
out crazy."
Rasanay looked at him apologetically, but grinned. "Would you like to help with my
stuff too, or are you too big and tough to help a small, frail, kid out once in a
while?"
Goten glared at her, but his black eyes twinkled slightly. "You're not small, you're
not frail, and you can carry your own baggage. Kill yourself in the process, see if I
care."
Rasanay sniffed fakely. "Nobody cares..."
"Damn right," Goten said proudly, picking up six of Bulma's multicolored bags.
Rasanay snorted and gathered up her own stuff, staggering off towards the door.
She kicked it savagely until Goten came up and helped her open it, since Rasanay
had no room for the doorknob in her hands. "Thanks," she said, and stepped
inside.
Bulma immediatly dropped her five other bulging bags and collapsed onto a chair.
Suddenly her syes widened. "Oh, Rasa, Goten, I have to go check on something
upstairs, I'll be right back." She jumped up and dashed up the stairs, taking them
two at a time.
"I wonder what he's up to," Rasanay commented.
"What do you mean?" Goten asked, confused.
"She asked your mom and dad over, without any reason at all, looking at me
strangely the entire time. And then, suddenly, she has to trip over her feet to get
up the stairs after she just collapsed onto a chair in exhaustion. I'm getting a tad
suspicous."
"You might be right," Goten agreed. "But what could she be up to?"
At that moment, Bulma came thundering down the stairs. "Grab the bags and
come on up," she demanded excitedly.
Rasanay's eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly, but she heaved her bags up
again and followed Bulma up the stairs, Goten staggering behind her with all of
Bulma's purchases.
When she got to her room she swung the door open and stepped inside. All ten
bags dropped to the floor, her jaw dropped, and her tail stood frozen in mid swish.
"Wha...?" Her entire room was painted a dark green color. The trimming around
the door and windows was a yellow color.
"Oh guys... she said, her vision blurring slightly. "This has been such a great day."
She hugged Bulma first, since she was the closest. She squeezed her until Bulma
went slightly red for need of oxygen. Then she ran over to Vegeta and hugged him
around the shoulders, too. Vegeta just stood there, not giving anything back, but
not pulling away either. Rasan then moved over to Trunks and squeezed him the
longest and hardest. After all, if he hadn't noticed her power when he did, she
would never have come to be here in this family's company. Trunks blushed
slightly pink and put an arm around Rasan's shoulders. Vegeta noted this sourly,
but decided to say nothing, for once. She beamed around at everyone happily.
She noticed Goten had set all of Bulma's baggage down, and was looking a little
left out, so she sprinted over and gave him a quick hug, too.
These people on Earth confuse me so much, Rasanay thought, still grinning
around. But I'm so happy just to be with them its unbelievable. I've never felt
anything like it.
Vegeta groke the happy mood. "Well, I can tell you have tons of new clothes," he
eyed the large amount of bags sarcastically,"So why do you still have Trunks' shirt
on?"
Rasanay looked down, and realized she was still wearing Trunks' comfortable
black T with his name printed on it. She went slightly pink, but held her ground and
glared right back at Vegeta, who was looking at her expectantly. "Well, maybe if
you'd all get out of this wonderful room of mine," she allowed a smile to enter her
features,"Maybe I would."
Before anyone could leave, however, Bulma spoke up. "This calls for a
celebration!"
"A celebration?" Vegeta asked skepticaly. "A celebration of what, woman?"
'Vegeta," Bulma whined. "I really want to use some of my new clothes."
At that point, Bra walked into her room, looking annoyed. "Will you be quiet!" she
snapped. "I was just-" She noticed Rasanay's room's color change from white to
green. "Wow," she said, her eyes huge. "What happened?"
Vegeta opened his mouth, but Bra cut him of, smiling devilishly. "Trunks and
Daddy painted it for Rasa-chan. It was all Daddy's idea, of course. He's grown
very attatched to Rasa-chan."
Vegeta growled deep in his throat, and Bulma knew she was going to get it later,
but ignored her husband otherwise. "Really?" Bra sqealed. "That's great!" She
jumped into Rasanay's arms. She staggered a bit, surprised, but soon righted
herself and held Bra upright. "Hurray! Rasan-chan is staying with us! Yay!"
Vegeta leaned against a dresser and scowled, arms crossed. Bulma saw him and
smirked, trying to copy Vegeta's famous one. "If we're all getting dressed up," she
said. "You have to, too, Veggie-chan!"
"What! You're out of your mind, woman!" Vegeta exclaimed, outraged. He
from the room without another word, fuming.
Bulma giggled like a little schoolgirl and shooed the two boys and Bra out. "But I
haven't gotten anything good to wear!" Goten protested as he was pushed out the
doorway.
"Borrow something of Trunks'!" Bulma yelled back, and slammed the door. She
turned towards Rasan, a mischevious twinkle in her eye. "Now," she started. "We
are going to turn you into a gorgeous babe by dinner time, you just watch. I have
to go get the robots programmed into what to make for dinner, since I can't cook
tonight. I'll be right back. Get your dresses out."
An hour later, Vegeta, Trunks, Bra and Goten were seated at the table. Goten had
on and long sleeved white shirt and crisp new blue jeans, probably the only pair
Trunks had that weren't the least bit baggy. Trunks was wearing a tight black tank
top made of silk, and tan slacks. He had pulled all of his hair except for his bangs
back into a short ponytail. Bra was wearing a cute yellow dress with sunflowers on
it that she had picked out herself. Vegeta, despite, his earlier outrage, had on a
dark blue silk shirt he had rolled up to just above his elbows and pristine white
slacks.
"What's taking those damn females so long?" Vegeta said in frustration, crossing
his arms over his chest. He glanced over at the refrigerator, wondering if he had
time for a light snack before Bulma came down the stairs. He heard the two
coming down the stairs and turned his attention onto the bottom step.
His mate was first, and his mouth dropped open when he saw her. He quickly shut
it, but he couldn't help but stare. She was wearing that golden miniskirt she had
gotten at the dress shop, and a crisp new black bellie shirt with spagetti straps.
Next came Rasanay. She practically slid down the stairs, blushing slightly under a
touch of rouge and eyeshadow. Bulma hadn't added much make-up, she had said
Rasanay didn't need it, but Rasanay wasn't sure. She was glad she didn't have
tons of powder on her face, though. Goten went slightly pink when he saw her, but
Trunks outmatched him. Rasanay herself felt a tad bare. She had on black high
heel shoes and a red dress that sparkled whenever she moved. The dress had a
neckline that was a little to low for Rasanay, and the skirt just stopped stopped
short from halfway to her kees. Her tail swished about, hanging from under her
skirt. Bulma had explained that Vegeta had said that Saiyans found the tails of the
opposite sex attractive. When Rasanay said she didn't care about looking to
attractive, just decent, Bulma had laughed.
Rasanay sat down next to Trunks and Bulma. She stole a glance to her right,
where Trunks was sitting. He wasn't staring anymore. Rasanay tore her eyes
away quickly. He's never worn such a tight shirt before...
The robots brought mounds of food in by the platter. Rasanay felt her mouth water
slightly as she smelted the aromas and saw the food. Roast chicken, rice,
dumplings in gravy, cooked carrots... and that was just the beginning. Rasanay
heaped a great amount of just about everything onto her plate, and dug in. She
tried to eat slower than normal because it was a special occasion, but she was
half starved.
Man am I getting spoiled, she thought as she nearly choked on her chopsticks,
trying to scoop as much rice as possible into her mouth. Go without lunch for one
day and I'm on the brink of starvation. And Bulma bought me all this stuff, not just
clothes, she fingered the plain silver circles in her ears. And Vegeta and Trunks
painting the spare room for me to live in... I'm going to live with the Breifs! The
thought struck her sudden and hard, and she choked on tears this time, not
chopsticks. Then a peice of chicken got lodged in her windpipe, so at the same
time she was gagging and trying to wipe the tears out of her eyes.
Trunks finally pounded on her back, which dislodged the chicken, but didn't stop
her crying.
"Oh no, Rasanay, did I hurt you?"
Rasanay looked up at him and smiled. At that moment, with her eyes overbright
with tears and her cheeks glowing red all on their own, Trunks thought she was
the most beautiful creature he would ever see. He pushed that away quickly.
She's only twelve, he protested to himself. Oh really? the nasty little voice in the
back of his head sneered. He hated it, it was always the one who kept him from
making frim decisions. She doesn't really know how old she is. She's just
guessing. You heard her yourself, she has amnesia! Tunks pushed the entire
matter away from his immediate brain space, deciding he would figure it out later.
"No, you didn't hurt me Trunks," Rasanay replied, admiring his features for a
moment. He's so sweet, she thought. Realizing what she had just said to herself,
Rasan shoved it to the back of her mind. I deal with that later, she decided firmly.
"It's just, I'm so happy I'm crying. You guys are doing so much for me when I have
done absolutely nothing for any of you." She looked around the table.
Vegeta sat back in his chair with his arms crossed, watching Trunks and Rasanay
through narrowed eyes. Goten looked away, thoroughly embarassed by the whole
thing. Bra was pouting like the cute little kid she was, and Bulma still looked
dazzling.
"Well," Rasanay added, keeping her eyes on Bulma ruefully. "Nothing except blow
up a gravity chamber, anyway."
Bra stuck out her bottom lip and ran over to Rasanay, hopping up into her lap. "I'm
not getting off! I know what you're thinking! You're going to go! You'll have to take
me with you!"
Rasanay smiled softly at the child, just out of toddler years. "I won't go away, Bra,
so long as you stay just the way you are," she teased.
"Alright! You're staying with me!"
Rasanay laughed and ruffled the child's hair affectionately. "I'd miss you if I went
anyway, anyway, you little prat."
"Whats a prat?"
Rasanay laughed again. "Look it up in the dictionary or something."
"What's a dictionary?"
This time the whole table burst out laughing. Even Vegeta cracked a smile for his
little girl. Rasanay wondered if Vegeta's face would fall off in the process. She had
never seen him really smile at all. She thought of Vegeta's face actually falling off, and that presented a very funny picture indeed.
But far, far away, in another solar system entirely, things were not so merry. In fact, things were downright ugly. A shadowy figure stepped into his space pod one again. "Well," the bass voice said to his minions who cowered by their space pods. "That was a nice little workout." He surveyed the destruction and death he had wreaked upon the unsuspecting town, which was now ruins. "Shall we move on to Earth? I believe my spys there will have gathered quite enough information by the time we get there.
