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.