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Chapter Three: MMMNNNNNN, HELLO.

Bulma was rummaging through a nearby drawer, tossing random objects out as she searched. "You know they were created by the Guardian of Earth? Gather all seven, then you can summon the Eternal Dragon, Shenron. HE then grants you any two wishes you like.

I couldn't believe I had forgotten the Dragonballs! However, my mental tirade against myself came to a screeching halt when the door opened and HE walked in. As one of my all-time favorite comic book characters would say, "meow." You know, I had never seen NATURALLY purple hair, 'or was that lavender,' but DAMN it looked good on him. He was wearing a black muscle shirt with baggy cargo pants, and he was BUILT. Ever see a starving man eye a thanksgiving turkey? Yeah, guilty as charged, but I was ogling the whole feast. 'Yummy.'

"Hey, Mom." Nice voice too. Chi-Chi was grinning slyly at me, but I didn't really care, I was too busy admiring those six-pack abs. Bulma turned and saw how I was looking at her son. Her expression ranged from amused to perplexed before she shook her head in bemusement and turned her full attention to her son.

"Trunks, have you seen my dragon radar?"

"Nope, sorry. I just came to see how things were." I guess he saw some type of movement that drew his eye towards me. I had unconsciously inched the tip of my tail closer to him. He reached out curiously and lightly stroked the tip. The sensations generated by THAT forced a gasp from my throat and sent a shiver down my spine. Hello heaven….

As soon as I could rationalize again, I yanked my tail back out of reach before he could touch me again. I was turning pink in the face from embarrassment, among other things, especially when I saw the looks Chi-Chi and Bulma were giving me. 'Uh-oh.'

"Vegeta said it was never the same without the tail." Bulma looked absolutely thunderstruck. I felt vaguely ill and like my face was on fire. 'Dear God, this can't get mush worse.'

I was wrong.

"Goku is very sensitive where his tail used to be."

Trunks and I looked at Chi-Chi like she had grown another head. 'WHY in any of Dante's levels of hell would we want to know THAT!'

Suddenly Chi-Chi and Bulma looked at each other in a moment of perfect understanding. I was scared now. "GOKU!" Chi-Chi began to bellow as Bulma renewed her drawer wrecking with a new passion.

Before I could blink, Goku was standing in front of me. The appearance was so startling that I took an abbreviated leap back on the bed, accompanied by a quiet yelp.

"OH, hi Ami. You holding up okay?" All I could do was nod, I was too busy trying to slow my heart rate before I could talk. 'God, that will drive me crazy.'

A shout of triumph and Bulma stood straight, dragon radar clasped tightly in her hand. A few words, read orders, from Chi-Chi to Goku and he was gone, dragon radar in hand. His disappearance was still startling, but not nearly as bad as his arrival. No one else seemed bothered by it, guess they were all used to it.

"How long until he finds all seven?" My voice was tentative, almost afraid to set off the two women again, and I was still trying to watch Trunks out of the corner of my eye.

"A day or two." Chi-Chi stood and headed for the door. "Or else no food." As the door shut behind her, I heard her call, read bellow, for her sons. 'Talk about a kick-ass kind of lady.'

Moments later I heard Chi-Chi muttering under her breath, and just what I heard is not repeatable. From the volume of her voice, I half expected her to storm back into the room. When a door thunderously slammed, I glanced towards the bedroom door, surprised it was still closed. "Huh?" Wow, my voice was loud, and I winced, knowing it was impolite to shout.

Bulma shrugged. "Just Chi-Chi leaving."

As soon as she began to speak, I winced and clamped my hands over my ears. 'AUGH!' Her voice was loud enough to have come from a megaphone about three inches from my ears. 'Good Lord!'

Trunks and Bulma both looked at me, aghast. Tilting his head to one side, Trunks tried next. "Ami?"

I was pushing harder against my ears to the point of physical pain. "Loud!" My own voice nearly made my head explode, raised as it was.

Poor Trunks looked more confused than ever, but Bulma's face held a dawning understanding. Gesturing her son closer, she whispered to him in a low tome, that was still loud to me, but far less painful. "She had focused her attention on Chi-Chi, but had to concentrate to hear her downstairs. Saiyans have far better hearing than normal humans, but her senses have been restrained, so now she has no control of it, she can't simply refocus her hearing to normal levels."

His eyes widened as he looked over to me. Frowning as he thought it over, I was once more struck by his resemblance to his father, just with his mother's contemplative eyes. As he sat cautiously beside me on the bed, almost like he was afraid I was going to bolt on him, I wasn't sure what was louder, the bed squeaking, or my heart beat racing. However, I soon forgot both as he began to speak to me, softly, so very softly. His voice almost seemed to be at a normal volume to me though he was barely whispering. Gradually, Trunks began raising his voice, readapting me to normal volumes. In retrospect, I have no idea what he said, but when he was done, my hearing was normal again, I was relaxed against the headboard, and, somehow, my tail was wrapped around his wrist with the tip slowly twitching in his palm. Bulma, watching the entire scene, gave my tail and I a sly look which turned greatly amused when Trunks absently stroked said tip of tail, forcing a happy sigh from me. I must have turned three shades of red as she left, smirking at me. 'This isn't getting easier.'

If only I knew.

"GIRL!"

'Oh, damnit to hell, what does Vegeta want now?'