The anxious girls walked toward the Capsule Corps. Building with much on their minds.
"Hisoka," Misuki began, "do you realize what's gonna happen?"
"What do you mean?" Hisoka asked curiously.
"With us being here, we're gonna meet our heroes. We're about to meet Vegeta!"
"And Trunks!"
"And Goku!"
"And TRUNKS!"
"You already said Trunks."
" I know I just really like Trunks." Hisoka grinned like a cat in an empty canary cage, but Misuki just laughed and shook her head. Upon reaching their destination, Hisoka rang the doorbell anxiously. The face behind the door was a chibi version of Bulma. She looked up into Misuki and Hisoka's eyes with the sparkle of youth and its pure innocence. The two girls were about to speak when little Bra shouted.
"Momma! Trunks is being followed by a couple of hookers…AGAIN!" She squeled. Both venturers fell over in shock and embarrassment.
"Where the hell did you learn that language young lady!" Bulma scolded.
"From Daddy."
"I guess your father and I will have to have a talk later. Now to deal with these..." Bulma stopped her sentence cold when she saw the two teenagers on the ground. "Wow, they start younger every year."
"We're not hookers!" Misuki yelled ferociously.
"OH! I'm terribly sorry. It's just that girls in you style of outfits, hair, etc. constantly follow my son and even my husband home more often than not. How can I help you girls? Ah! Where are my manners? My name is…"
"Bulma! We know who you are." Misuki's ditzy smile was replace with an expression of agony from Hisoka elbowing her in the rib.
" Yeah, uh…you're uh…the heiress of Capsule Corps. Everybody knows who you are," Hisoka covered. "My name's Hisoka. Actually it's Brittany, but I like 'Hisoka' better."
"And I'm Misuki," she gasped in pain, "but my real name is Misty."
"It's nice to meet you, come on in," Bulma invited. Hisoka, followed by Misuki, entered and sat properly on the couch (especially Hisoka). "Now, what is it I can help you with?"
"Okay, so here's the scoop," Misuki began. "Hisoka and I are from another time and place.
"We're from a third dimensional plainin the near future," Hisoka added. Bulma stared with one eyebrow cocked. Hisoka then gave details from the suitcase all the way to the walk up the road. Bulma now stared with two arched eyebrows.
"Let me get this straight: She (pointing to Misuki) made a wish on dragonballs she thought were fake and it brought you here with different clothes?" Bulma questioned. Both girls nodded and Hisoka grumbled something about 'who in their right mind would where a skirt this short'. "Hold on." She then picked up the phone and dialed. "Hello, 911? I've got two crazy…hmph…hmuf! Hmm!" Hisoka and Misuki pounced on Bulma to hang up the phone. As they struggle, Misuki tried to reassure Bulma.
"You have to believe us! You can test our integrity. We don't lie. You have to help us, so we can go home. Please!" Misuki pleaded. Finally, the struggle ceased and all three ladies gained their composure.
" You say you're honest, so I'll test you. Vegeta!" she called.
"What do you want! I'm busy!" He growled.
"Do you think you can drag you ass from those weights for five minutes!"
"NO!"
"Fine! Don't expect any nookie tonight!" Bulma waited, but the silence was all that reached her ears. She turned crimson, then hollered, "Alright, No dinner then!"
"No chicken teriyaki!" Vegeta's voice rang.
"Nope!" He now peaked his spiky head around the corner with glaring eyes.
"You can't possibly mean that."
"Try me," Bulma challenged. Vegeta growled irritably then strutted across the room in just a pair of spandex shorts. Hisoka and Misuki were practically drooling at the sight of the Saiyan Prince's sweat dripping muscles and half-naked body.
"Fine! What do you want of me?" He asked ignoring the oggling girls on the couch.
"Ask these two ladies their story, peer into their soul, and tell me if they are lying." Without question, he obeyed and stared into Hisoka's eyes as she stuttered the whole tale. When she finished, Vegeta turned to his wife. "Well?"
"They're telling the truth. Can I go now?" Bulma just stared as her right eye twitched slightly.
"Fine. If you want to bury you nose in those damn weights instead of being my husband, then go right ahead!"
"For god's sake! What do you want from me, woman? I did what you wanted."
"I have a bone to pick with you about our little princess. Also, I just need you." Bulma spoke sweeter by the last sentence as she wrapped her arms around his waist.
"Okay, What do you want, you blue-haired weasel?"
"I need you to take Bra somewhere and spend time with her while I work on the solution to these two kids' predicament." She fluttered her lashes seductively at Vegeta.
He just shook his head and said, "Tsk, Tsk. All that…mumble, mumble…to take Bra…mumble." Just then, Bra went running through the room and out the front door with a cell phone. Trunks soon followed her.
"My brother said that he could get more action from an inflatable doll," Bra giggled.
"BRA! Gimme my phone! What are you tellin' my girlfriend! You lil' brat!" Trunks spouted.
"He also said that he's seen more melons at a vegetable stand."
"Damn it, Bra! You're gonna get me in trouble! And I never said such things!" Trunks finally caught his little sibling and took the phone. "H…Hel-hello?"
"BLAH-BLAH. How could you!BLAH, BLAH, BLAH...arrogant asshole! BLAH-BLAH...It's over!" The voice on the other end screamed. Trunks didn't even blink or anything. He just turned the phone off and face Bra with a blank expression.
" You know what? You can say good-bye to your stuffed animals, because…I'M GONNA BURN EVERY SINGLE ONE!" Trunks flew up the stairs with amazing speed.
"DADDY!" Bra panicked. In less that a blink of an eye, Vegeta beat his son to the top and caught him by the collar. Trunks allowed a bag to escape his throat from the force of Vegeta's yank.
"And you mother says I have a hot temper. You need to control yourself, or, better yet your hormones," Vegeta scolded.
"But, Dad, that was the most popular, available girl in Satan City," Trunks argued. " And Bra just ended my relationship with her."
"She was a bitch anyway. All she wanted you for was to make her look better and touse you as a pack mule. Besides, when she wasn't bitching to you she was bitching about you." He now set Trunks on the floor.
"But…oh, forget it."
"Any way, after you take a look at what's on the couch and a little training you'll forget about… uh, whoever she was."
"Dad, I'm not in a training…wait! What did you say about the couch?"
"Take a look for yourself." Vegeta motioned toward the couch. The lavender-haired Saiyan took in the nearly impossible sight ofthe brunette and blonde beauties whispering in each other's ear.
"Holy shit! What did you do? If God calls, you better tell him his angels are in the livin' room.!"
"Like I said, control you hormones." Trunks turned to his dad with anime tears and a bright smile.
"You know that's gonna be hard. Hot damn! One of 'em has brown hair. You know I have a brunette fetish." Vegeta irritably konked Trunks on the head and walked away dragging his unconscious son behind.
"On second thought, I'll let you cool down first." He threw his son on his bed and shut the door.