Finally, another chapter, I know. I'm glad to see that people are reading and leaving good, helpful comments. I'd like to thank Deep Damnation for some good suggestions and for lending good ideas. Ok, so this next chapter takes place about a few months to maybe a year after the Cell games. It's probably one of the most ridiculous chapters I have ever written. There will be a reference from the manga/anime "Love Hina" so don't freak out when you recognize a scene from this story.

Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ or any of the characters. I'm just a huge Vegeta fan and to release my obsessive tendencies of him, I'm writing this non-profit story for reading audiences. I also do not own ideas from "Love Hina." That belongs to Ken Akamatsu.

Chapter 5

Bulma sighed. God, she was so bored! She had no one to really talk to or visit. Trunks couldn't even talk yet except for a few syllables, she certainly didn't want to hang out with Yamcha, Krillin, or the old pervert Roshi. She couldn't talk to Chi-Chi. Bulma found that she could barely look her friend in the face, ever since she had slapped Vegeta and screamed such cruel things at him. And Vegeta! Sigh….he was like talking to a brick wall now. An empty shell had replaced her once arrogant prince and all he did was stare blankly at walls or a fuzzy TV, no emotion on his face at all.

He had gotten drunk one time after the Cell Games, promised to never fight again, and he truly hadn't. About two days after that incident he walked into the gravity machine, stood completely silent in the middle for about ten minutes, then turned around and exited. He hadn't been in it since.

Bulma sighed again and leaned over the kitchen table. She could see the back of Vegeta's spiky hair lying across the couch, but other than that, there was no more movement. He had just…given up. What was the use of training if there was no one to fight? A saiyajin always needed an opponent, even if that saiyajin hated someone as badly as Vegeta hated Goku. But as Bulma thought of this over the nearing end of the year, she realized that Vegeta might have thought of Goku more than just a rival who needed to be killed. Perhaps he enjoyed Goku's little taunts and easy-going attitude. She knew she certainly missed his goofy grin and dopey laugh. When Goku was around, you just felt…safe. Plus, Vegeta was now the very last full-blooded saiyajin. How lonely, Bulma thought to herself. She had no idea what she would do if she were the last human ever. The mere thought made her shiver.

A ring at the doorbell shook her from her thoughts. Walking down stairs she could here Master Roshi's annoying voice. She rolled her eyes and opened her door to see him, Yamcha, Krillin, Puar, Oolong, and surprisingly Roshi's nasty old sister Baba floating on her glass ball.

"Hey, everyone!" Bulma said in surprise. "What's up?"

Krillin and Yamcha grinned.

"It's New Year's weekend!" Yamcha crowed. "We're going to the festivals in Little Ukiyo, and you're going with!"

Bulma's eye twitched in annoyance. What they all meant by this was that she did happen to like her liquor, and they wanted to spend an entire night getting wasted. She glanced up the stairs and quietly joined her friends out on the porch.

"Listen," she said. "I don't know if I should go out partying. My parents are out of town and I don't exactly want to leave Trunks with Vegeta."

They looked a bit surprised at first. Krillin raised a skeptical eyebrow. "What, is Vegeta sick or something?"

"He's not being abusive or something is he?" Yamcha shouted.

Bulma brought her hands up quickly to quiet her dumb ex-boyfriend and shook her head. "No, no, nothing like that! He's just…he's just kinda of out of it….still. I just don't want to leave Trunks unsupervised."

Master Roshi frowned. "How can a saiyajin like him be so inactive now?"

Bulma sighed and shrugged.

"Well, you're still going," Yamcha said smugly. "Vegeta and Trunks can come, too!"

Bulma laughed, as did the others. "Oh, I don't think he would enjoy the festivities. Besides…eh…" she couldn't think of any other excuse for him to not go. Maybe it would be better if he finally got out. She was interrupted from her thoughts as Baba cleared her throat.

"I'm a bit parched, Bulma. Would you be so kind as to get me some tea?"

Bulma scowled at the little witch but forced a tolerant smile. "Of course, come in, all of you."

She led them to the upstairs kitchen. Vegeta still had not moved but made no action to leave or turn around and speak to the guests. She caught Krillen and Yamcha scowling in his direction and rolled her blue eyes. She went to the cabinet to pull out some green tea, but her eyes narrowed angrily as there was none in the upstairs kitchen. She turned to Baba.

"I'll have to go downstairs to get it. I'll be right back."

The witch gave an audible sigh and scowled. Bulma turned and walked away muttering about "dirty old hags" and "grumpy witches." She went to the kitchen downstairs and found a plentiful box of many different teas. She made a mental note to remind her mom to not keep moving items around the house so she couldn't find them later. Huffing back upstairs with the box she entered the kitchen again and was quite shocked to see all of her guests surrounding Vegeta on the couch. She slowly walked into the main part of the living room and peeked over the couch.

Vegeta was sitting up and staring at Baba's glowing ball with much interest, as were the others. The little witch waved her hands in front of the misty ball and "oooohed" and "ahhhed" as she gazed into it. Even Trunks quietly sat on the floor, his blue eyes peering into the glass ball.

"What's going-"

"Ssssshhhh!"

Baba looked at Vegeta with great interest and he cocked his head to the side. The other six guests leaned forward, excited to see something in the glass ball, but all that could be seen were dark clouds of black and gray.

"I've never seen so many," Baba muttered in awe.

"So many…what?" Bulma practically whispered.

"Spirits!" Baba croaked. The whole group jumped at her sudden outburst. "It seems that your lover here has an enormous quantity of bad luck surrounding him. Spirits, dark ghosts….plain bad luck."

The room was silent for a moment, and then Bulma scoffed. "Ghosts? Spirits? Puh-lease! Everyone knows that when someone dies there spirit goes to King Yemma and then into the other world. Spirits don't-"

"Excuse me Miss!" Baba yelled up at the blue haired genius. "These are no ordinary spirits, I would know! They were created as spirits. They are a particularly nasty bunch. I have no idea where he would have picked up so many. Some people are just unfortunate I guess."

Bulma looked at Vegeta to see what his reaction was. He looked shocked! He actually seemed to be turning pale, but at the same time, he was extremely interested. Bulma snickered and slapped Vegeta's arm.

"You don't actually believe this, do you?"

Vegeta's dark eyes looked at her, then to Baba's ball, then back up to her. A somewhat sheepish grin appeared on his face and he shrugged. Bulma laughed in disbelief. She knew Vegeta was smart enough to not fall for this witch's hooey. What was his deal?

"Ok, so if these "bad luck spirits" are following him, why isn't he always falling down stairs, or almost choking on food, or tripping and other such things?"

Everyone turned to Baba and the sly witch smiled and pushed her black hat out of her eyes. "Because these spirits are so powerful that they need not deal with such petty crimes. They go after the much larger incidents in life."

"Like what?" Vegeta spoke up, surprising everyone with his curiosity.

"Well, name something bad that's happened in your life."

Everyone became quiet again. Something bad that happened in Vegeta's life? That was practically an everyday thing.

"Well, first, my planet exploded. Actually, before that, I was sold off to Frieza AND THEN my planet was destroyed."

Bulma held back an angry snarl as Baba gave her an "I told you so" expression.

"Well, that almost happened to earth on several occasions," Bulma shot back.

"Almost," Oolong muttered.

Bulma slapped the pig upside his head angrily. "I didn't ask for commentary!"

"And then what?" Baba asked the saiyajin sitting before her.

Vegeta looked thoughtful for a moment and uncharacteristically brought a finger to his mouth as he reminisced. "Well, life at Frieza's base was shit….like everyday. But then I escaped with Nappa and Radditz!" He said, pointing out that that was a good point in his life.

"And then?"

Vegeta blinked and slowly scowled. "Then I came to earth."

Baba nodded. "And you were defeated."

Everyone around him scooted away as he seemed to burn with anger.

"And then?"

"Then I went to Namek to get the dragonballs."

"Did you get them?"

Vegeta bit his lip angrily. "No." He said smoothly.

"Yeah, and plus, he got his ass kicked by the Ginyu Force, too." Krillin added.

Vegeta raised a fist. "Hey, I'm the one who killed Guldo, Jeice, and Burter!"

"Yeah, and then you fought Frieza," Yamcha blurted.

Vegeta sent an icy glare and the human quickly shut up. Krillen shifted uncomfortably and looked into Baba's ball.

"We won't go there," Bulma said.

Vegeta sat with his usual blank expression for a bit before pointing out that he had finally achieved super-saiyajin.

"Yes, but it took three years to accomplish, whereas it took Gohan one," Master Roshi cut in. Vegeta stared forward with an expression of utmost hatred on his face but said nothing.

"Then the androids came, yes?" Baba continued.

Vegeta looked at her and nodded. "Yes, I completely annihilated android 19."

Baba smiled sweetly. "And in all your glory at becoming a super-saiyajin and amazing power….you promptly got your arm broken and you were defeated by Android 18."

Vegeta made the action to get off the couch and punt the little hag across the room but Bulma put a calming hand on his shoulder. He managed to relax slightly but he was pissed.

"Yeah, and jeeze," Krillen said. "Then Piccolo got stronger than you when he fused with Kami."

Vegeta glared at him. "Yeah, I totally kicked Cell's ass after the hyperbolic time training room."

"Until you let him absorb 18," Krillen replied bravely.

"Oh, and then at the Cell games…well, none of us had much luck there," Yamcha said. "Are those spirits contagious?"

Baba snickered and shook her head no. "And if I can remember correctly," she continued, "your son died during the battle?" All eyes in the room fell on Vegeta and he kept his expression blank as he nodded. "And then your one attack against him failed, Gohan had to protect you, Goku died, and here we are now."

Vegeta bit his lip angrily. He never thought of himself as having such bad luck. The weak human Krillen seemed to be more of an unlucky specimen, but now that he looked back, his life was pretty shitty. He was only prince of his race for about five years and then lived as a slave for the majority of his life. His one chance of getting revenge against Frieza was ripped from him by the third-class baka Kakerotto, and then his plan to defeat this rival was stolen when the idiot went and got himself blown up, leaving Vegeta as the last full-blooded saiyajin.

The prince sighed and lay back down across the couch. "Well, good. We pretty much covered everything that sucked in my life, you can go on your way now."

The witch growled at his rudeness.

"Well, is there anything you can do, Baba?" Oolong asked.

The witch clasped her hands together. "There is nothing I can do….but perhaps….well, there are several festivities going on tonight as we all know for the upcoming New Year. I suggest a good old, traditional Japanese spirit cleansing!"

Yamcha shot up and was on his feet in a flash. "Yeah! Vegeta's never done anything of earth tradition. Going to a Japanese New Year's celebration is a great idea."

Vegeta's eyes narrowed. "I don't think so."

"Come on, Vegeta," Krillen said. "Some people think that spirit cleansing and bad luck prayers are stupid, but if you really believe, you're luck could change. Who knows, maybe Goku will come back and fight you in a few years."

The room broke out laughing except for Vegeta who rolled his eyes at the human's stupidity. Bulma placed her hand on his shoulder.

"Look, you don't have to go to just get you "soul cleansed" or other such nonsense," she said, casting an arrogant smirk at Baba. "But you should at least get out and do something. Seeing some Japanese traditions could be good for you."

Vegeta lay against the cushions and crossed his arms, deciding whether he should go or not. Before he knew it, Krillen, Yamcha, and Master Roshi started pushing him back and forth on the couch telling him to go and encouraging him to have a good time. These humans were too insane! He leapt from the couch and brushed himself off angrily.

"OK! God, you'd think that you fools actually wanted me to go or something," he growled sarcastically. "I'll go, I'll go, just don't ever touch me again."

The living room cheered, and before he knew it, he was actually dressed in Japanese attire. He felt his face grow hot as he stood in, what he thought, a ridiculous brown robe. It was quite warm, but he felt like an idiot. He had to wear strange socks called "tabbi" socks and large wooden sandals. The robe around him was something called a kimono and it was plain brown cotton and was tied by a beige cloth called an obi.

He stood at the bottom of the stairs waiting for Bulma. She was the one who dressed him and he was going to give her one hell of a screaming at if she or the other fools dared laugh at him. The large Japanese fan in his hand flicked against his hip as he swung it back and forth impatiently.

"Woman!" He yelled up the stairs. "What's taking so long? I thought-"

He was quickly silenced as a brightly colored Goddess appeared in his sight. Bulma stood at the top of the stairs, her blue hair in a gorgeous messy bun at the top of her head. A pair of chopsticks stuck from the aqua locks. Her lips were a ruby red and she wore blue eye shadow, intensifying her cerulean eyes even more. The kimono was long and flowing, made of silk and covered in blues, greens, and various other cool colors. Fish and water were sewn across. Her skin practically sparkled as she clip-clopped sown the stairs with her wooden sandals.

She hit the base of the stairs and smiled at Vegeta. She saw his shocked expression that he quickly hid when she appeared at the stairs. Vegeta looked at the beauty before him and was struck speechless. Bulma was always beautiful in his eyes, but she was just irresistible now. He almost considered hauling her upstairs and laying it on her right then, but he pushed down his desire for her and kept his cool. She slid her arm into his while Trunks was held in the other and he forced an eye roll.

"You look nice," Bulma flirted.

Vegeta gave a quick humph and smiled. "And you look much less ugly than usual."

Bulma laughed and the two exited the house. It was nighttime and a bit chilly outside, but the two were quite bundled up.

"How are we getting to this ceremony?" Vegeta asked.

"Trolley. There is a trolley at this time of year to take people back and forth from West City to the mountain area, Little Ukiyo."

The saiyajin prince wasn't exactly sure what a trolley was, but he put his faith in the woman that she knew where they were going. He'd tried public transportation before and wasn't too fond of it. These damned humans staring at his hair was quite annoying, but he'd tolerate it on the way to the ceremony. He just didn't really feel like getting into a fight with Bulma that night.

It was a half hour ride to the outskirts of the city. Vegeta had flown past these mountain villages before but paid no notice. Now he sat next Bulma on a bus-like automobile with many other happy humans dressed as they were. He didn't feel as ridiculous then, but he still felt a bit uneasy dressing like the foolish earthlings. He really had no interest in human traditions or ceremonies, but finally getting outside was nice. He hadn't really done too many activities in about year. Bulma sat next to him, cradling the almost two-year-old Trunks who was wrapped in a colorful Japanese blanket.

"Why do you celebrate the new year?" Vegeta asked as the trolley bumped up a large hill.

Bulma smiled and cooed at little Trunks who clapped his hands happily. "It's just tradition. We're not the only country, though. Each country in the world has its own traditions and celebrations."

Vegeta just looked at her and then glanced away. The answer was simple, she could have merely said, "we're humans and we throw a party for anything, as long as there's liquor."

They arrived to an area that was blinding and flashing with colorful lights. Vegeta was speechless again as people of all ages wearing kimonos and Japanese style clothing ran about playing games, shooting off fireworks, and sipped wines and sakes from glasses. Music echoed throughout the wooded area and crowds moved in groups watching entertainment such as dances, puppet shows, and so much more. Bulma took his arm.

"There are the others!"

With much disdain he was led away from the blinding entrance of the brightly lit village and toward the fools that were at his home earlier. Even Gohan stood among them and smiled when he saw Vegeta and Bulma approach. The other men were also dressed in the brown kimonos and Roshi was drinking deeply from a sake bottle.

"Wow!" Krillen cheered. "You two look great!"

Vegeta felt his cheeks redden at the compliment. He was not there to look great. He would do this stupid cleansing thing and leave as soon as possible. He glanced over and caught Yamcha ogling Bulma. A quick growl put a stop to that.

"Baba said that we should meet over at the Takanaka Temple," Master Roshi instructed.

The large group made there way into the busy street crowded with people having great fun. Vegeta couldn't help but look around curiously at all the games being played and the entertainment. He had always been a curious saiyajin. He remembered he had to shake the habit of asking "why, why, why, Why, Why, WHY?" all the time when he was younger. Slaps from his father, Nappa, Frieza, and other superiors were not a fun deal.

"So, explain this to me, woman," Vegeta said without much enthusiasm, even though he was quite interested in this whole spirit thing.

He was not one to believe in such things usually. But in all his space travel and planet visiting, he'd heard of so many different tales of religions, ghost, spirits, and more otherworldly things. He highly doubted that a group of rebellious demons had decided to follow him around…but that would explain a lot of his bad luck. Although, he also understood that much of his bad luck was brought on himself.

Bulma cleared her throat and smiled as she walked next to him holding Trunks. "There are many Japanese customs during many holidays. Around New Years it is said that people should "cleanse" their souls and luck and start anew with the New Year. You know, "in the with new, out with the old." Sometimes people have Bonenkai, which is a year forgetting gathering, mainly taking place at home and cleaning and paying debts off and things like that." She shifted Trunks to her other arm. "Now New Year's Eve, or O-Misoka, is a very important day of just getting rid of bad luck. People all over visit temples and shrines and stuff and hear a bell toll 108 times, to get rid of human problems and mistakes. The New Year is also a good time to not only resolve your own problems, but connect with others by giving small gifts like poems, or toshidama jewels or coins wrapped in really nice paper," she explained with a cough.

Vegeta rolled his eyes and trudged alongside her. The others were talking excitedly behind them.

"I'm not exactly sure what we'll see in the temple," Bulma continued. "But don't fret or worry about anything. I don't believe in haunting ghosts and you shouldn't either. Just let them do whatever goofy-assed thing they'll do and then we can go have fun later."

Vegeta smiled. He always liked Bulma's down-to-earth views on everything. He wasn't worried, though. He was just mildly interested in these weird human rituals. He heard the others behind him become excited as a large jagged temple came into view. Vegeta had seen structures looking like this one nearby his own home. Even Kakerotto's house was somewhat similar in design. A large crowd gathered around and many small children were wrapping small white papers onto the trees outside. Yamcha ran up and pushed a coin into Vegeta's hand.

"If you make a wish and throw it into that pond over there, it will come true!"

Vegeta scoffed and looked at his blue haired angel. She shrugged and grinned. "It couldn't hurt."

He sighed and walked to the small puddle. He saw Gohan whisper into his palm and he smiled and tossed his coin into the water.

"Go ahead, Vegeta. Wish those bad spirits away."

Vegeta's eyes narrowed at the naïve boy. "I do not have bad luck spirits!"

The crowd around him snickered and moved past the wild-haired saiyajin. He turned red and brought the coin toward his mouth as if he was going to whisper in its ear.

"Let me beat Kakerotto some day."

He tossed the golden coin into the water and watched it shimmer all the way down to the bottom. He found several hands around him and was surprised to see the group tugging him toward the flat trees in front of the temple. A small smiling monk handed the saiyajin a piece of soft cloth and a pen. Vegeta looked at the items in his hand in confusion and glanced at Bulma blinking.

"You write a wish or goal on the paper and tie it to the tree," the blue haired woman said.

He craned his head to see what she was writing. Her eyes narrowed and she quickly turned away with a childish pout. He scowled and turned back to his own blank tie. He knew that the other warriors would be able see what he wrote when he hung it on the tree and he really didn't want these fools to see his wish. He looked at the others writing on their paper and a sly smile crept on his face. He took his pen and wrote in Saiyajin.

"I wish to defeat Kakerotto."

He smirked coolly and promptly tied the sheet to the tree. He saw the others squinting at the foreign writing and he slowly turned with a wave of his hand.

"It's in saiyajin," he said simply.

After that, he found himself being led into the giant temple looming before them. He sighed and followed the humans….pig and cat. The inside of this structure was darkly lit, a warm red light illuminating everything strangely. The place was virtually empty save that of a small woman wearing a baggy white shirt and large red pants. Her hair was chin length and black, matching her dark eyes. She silently knelt on an upraised box covered with a rug, candles surrounding her and flickering as the guests entered. She was about thirty, but quite petite and small.

"Good evening," her shrill voice purred. "Who is need of my help or advice?"

Vegeta leaned over to mutter in Bulma's ear, "If she really was an all mystical psychic, she'd know that I'm the one."

Bulma growled at his rudeness and shoved him forward. He heard the snickers and giggles behind him and whipped around.

"Quiet! I don't need—"

"Please maintain hushed vocals," she mused with a small smile. Vegeta glared at her as she ordered him around. "Now, please sit before me."

The prince hesitated and then moved to kneel before her. He felt somewhat ridiculous sitting on his knees in the brown kimono before the so-called mystic temple priestess. She raised a narrow, bony hand and swept some black hair from her black eyes and peered at the stranger before her. She then reached into her deep pocket and pulled out a white, shining dust. Catching him off guard she quickly blew the powder in his face, resulting in spastic coughing. Again, the people behind him snickered.

"What the hell?" Vegeta snapped as he wiped some of the white off his face.

Without a change of expression the woman then took out an old, glazed mirror and investigated for a bit…before she promptly broke it over Vegeta's head. It didn't hurt, but it definitely took him by surprise. He placed a hand through his hair and stared at her before screaming out, "What are you doing? If I were somebody else that would have killed me!"

She raised a calmed finger and smiled devilishly. "Ah, but I knew that you were no ordinary man. Not even a man, actually, you are one from a different section of the universe."

Silence hummed throughout the room, the only thing that was audible were cheerful screeches outside at the fair. The priestess reached down and picked up six pieces that were scattered from the mirror. She peered into them with much concentration.

"Each of these pieces represents the spirits that surround you. They seem quite old….they've been with you since birth. You were born with much bad luck unfortunately."

Bulma scoffed in the corner and she received a cat-like glare from the priestess. The boys around her quietly laughed at her as she blushed. Vegeta moped as the woman continued.

"A routine spirit exorcism is all that is needed."

The room broke out with "WHATS" and gasps. An exorcism. Vegeta, having no religious background was left clueless.

"It's ok," the small woman purred. "If you do not understand, you will soon. These spirits do seem somewhat powerful. Your bad luck is quite strong. A few quick spells of old shall cure you."

Bulma felt her stomach churning. Surely he wasn't being followed by bad luck spirits. This was all just speculation and pointless nonsense. She saw Vegeta slowly turn to her, a questioning expression on his face. She lowered her eyebrows and made herself believe that no harm would come form this. The silly woman would probably just throw some more dust in his face, break more things over his head, and chant some spells. She smiled and nodded reassuringly to him.

The woman called a servant into the room. A minute or two passed and then a small boy walked into the room holding one big-ass sword.

"Here you are Lady Kira."

"What is that?" Bulma shrieked, pointing at the large weapon.

This Lady Kira smiled sweetly and held the thing before her. "Why….it's a sword of course."

Bulma felt her annoyance rise against this foolish little woman. An aura of angry energy seemed to engulf her and Yamcha, Krillen, Gohan, and Master Roshi drew away from her. Puar fearfully clung to Yamcha's shoulder and Oolong ran behind Master Roshi's leg. They'd seen Bulma get into catfights before and it was not a pretty sight.

Lady Kira gripped the sword and stood. She clunked away on her wooden shoes toward the end of the dark room. Vegeta stared at her with confusion. Was this psycho woman planning to attack him or something? She proved that she knew of his power with the mirror, so she should have known that he could easily protect himself from a sword attack.

"This attack…no…cure, that I'm about to do will create a blast of positive energy that will be aimed at you, yet it will only affect the demons around you. You see, this attack only affects evil."

And with that she lifted the sword, bringing forth a bizarre energy to the center of the weapon. She rushed forward, her black hair flying wildly as Vegeta cringed. Bulma quickly handed Trunks to Yamcha and ran up behind him.

"Wait!" She screamed. "Vegeta isn't exactly-"

Before she could finish the sentence telling Lady Kira that Vegeta wasn't exactly one of great love or kindness, the sword came down and a blast of white energy cut through the ground right at the two of them. Bulma squealed in terror and grabbed hold of Vegeta's arm, who was too transfixed by the strange energy to move. Something seemed to be planting his feet to the ground. The energy plowed into him and he was thrown from Bulma's grasp. There was a huge explosion and the fighters of earth coughed as dust and debris fell.

People outside grew quiet at the sudden explosion heard form the inside of the grand temple, but figured it was just a firework or something to do with the celebrations. Inside, as the dust cleared and pieces of wood and plaster fell, Vegeta sat up rubbing his head wearily. The others sat up with groans, too.

"Are you ok?" Yamcha asked the dirty prince.

He growled and nodded, standing up angrily. He moved toward the area where Lady Kira held the sword in shock. There, crouching with much embarrassment was a very naked Bulma. She clutched what remained of her once beautiful kimono and tried to cover up her more private areas. Vegeta had never see her look that angry…or sexy. His darkened gaze forced itself from the blue haired beauty on the dirty floor to the small priestess wielding the silver weapon. She smiled sweetly and brought a hand to her head.

"Oh my, if I had known that you too had enough darkness in you to take the impact, I would not have used this type of cure. I'm also new at this attack. Sometimes the energy from the sword not only takes out the evil spirits around a person…but….clothes of those standing nearby. Hee, hee."

Vegeta felt his fists tighten.

"We can try a new way of exorcism if you wish. His luck is so bad that not even this attack worked for him and everything went all wrong," Kira added brightly. She miraculously pulled more powders, mirrors, liquids, bugs, lizards, small torturing-looking tools, and other unknown objects from the pockets of her red pants. "We have good luck dust," she said throwing colored powders in his face, making him cough and sneeze. "Mirrors of divinity," she said quickly breaking more over his head. "Ah, liquid of happiness and good luck, bugs of Egypt, bringers of peace and tranquility, chameleons and newts of ancient evil stopping spirits…" she explained as she hurriedly tossed the waters and liquids on him, chucked nasty little bugs at him, tossed the lizards in his direction and finally pulling out the weird jagged tools. "I also have these. I impale you with them, cut you up, and release the evil that is within you and surrounds you," she said, grinning the entire time as she moved up to him.

Bulma stood suddenly in all her naked glory, shaking a fist at the small, black haired woman. Her face was beat red from humiliation and anger.

"Listen you! I've had enough of your hocus pocus! Everything you say is false and ridiculous nonsense! This is not how a shrine or temple works! Do you even know what you are DOING!"

Lady Kira smiled innocently, cocking her head to one side. She looked very much like Bulma's mother at that moment.

"Well, I saw something like this done in a really cool manga I read. I guess I should practice it more."

Bulma's fist tightened as she angrily closed her eyes. Without hesitating she screamed at the top of her lungs and grabbed the powders and liquids from her hands, quickly dumping them on the wretched woman.

"There! You could use some good luck now. After dealing with Bulma Briefs you're going to need it!" The naked furious woman spun to look at Vegeta. He grinned a bit in fear at her anger and stepped back slightly. Bulma slowly and gracefully strode up to the blushing men and took Trunks from Yamcha's arms. The full frontal caused blood to spurt from Roshi's nose. "Vegeta! Take me home!"

The prince snapped to attention at the demanding tones of his mate and he quickly picked up her naked form. She angrily clung to him as they blasted out the now open and dilapidated doors. The fighters that had traveled with them turned to watch them leave and then turned their attention to the mess before them. With a great sigh they decided to stay and try to help Lady Kira clean some of the wreckage. Of course, if they did anything with the wild saiyajin and psycho daughter of the Briefs, there was always hell to pay.

'Yay! That chapter took forever! All right, I know, not one of my best. It took forever! But don't worry; the next chapter will be better hopefully. I just didn't know where to go with this one. I tried to do some research for this chapter on Japanese customs, but a lot of it was just made up by me, too, so don't take the exorcism or bad luck stuff seriously. It was all for fun. Let me know what you thought! Thanks!