The sequel to Lavender and Pink...

Sapphire and Gold

By Toku Tenshi

Disclaimer: Toriyama-sempai is a rockin' manga artist and I would never take credit for his fine work.

A/N: YEA! Cookie! devours cookie thank you Nekosune! And Shibichicken, yes, this is the fic where the girl is full saiya-jin with the weird timemessed-up thingy. nodds and downs milk

Chapter 7: It's a good thing...

"Lets see, lets see," Bulma muttered as she dug through her closet, tossing random articles of clothing behind her. Dashi stood to the side, some what unnerved and embarrassed. After breakfast that morning, Dashi had asked Bulma for some warmer clothes and possibly shoes - willing to work for them, if it was needed. Bulma had simply grabbed the girl's hand and dragged her to her room. This wasn't exactly the way Dashi had expected to get clothes, but beggars can't be choosers.

"Here's a pair of pants... looks a little big for you though..." Bulma balled up the pants and tossed them to Dashi. "Dang, it doesn't look like I have any long sleeved shirts..." The mother pulled back from the closet and stood with a dark blue shirt in hand and started to nudge the rest of the clothing into the closet. "All I have that's even remotely warm is this turtleneck tank." She handed it to Dashi and as an after thought added a belt to the pile. "Go see what fits," she commanded and pointed to the bathroom. Dashi nodded uneasily and obeyed.

Dashi came out of the room after a few minuets, feeling very odd to be wearing Bulma's clothes. The shirt fit fine and was quiet warm, all it needed was sleeves, but the pants were a bit loose and too long. Dashi had to roll the top of the pants around the belt and roll up the pant leg some so she wouldn't step on it. "Are you sure it's alright I take these?" Dashi asked timidly.

"Of course, of course," Bulma waved her hand around and shut the closet door wither her hip. "I think these are your size," she said, pointing to a pair of Capsule Corp boots on the floor. Dashi sat on the bed and slipped on the boots, when she found that they did fit (maybe a bit big, but hey, room to grow) she strapped them and flipped the pant leg over. "Looks nice and warm, Dashi, now let's see about finding you a jacket." Bulma left the room fully expecting Dashi to follow, which she did.

The blue-haired woman pulled open yet another closet door and kicked out boxes that were in her way. At the top of one box Dashi spotted a jacket that looked to be her size. As Bulma searched the dark mini-room, Dashi tried on the thin jacket. Despite its appearance, the top was really quiet warm and comfortable and it relaxed Dashi right away. "Is it okay if I take this one?" Dashi asked meekly, drawing Bulma's attention, "It's warm, like someone's holding me."

Bulma gaped for a moment but quickly smiled sweetly at the girl. "Of course, no one wears that one anymore." Bulma pushed the boxes back into the closet as she thought of the jacket's former owner.

"Mom, I think I actually brought you a good sample this time!" Trunks declared as he entered her lab with a glass tube in hand. He walked over to his waiting mother and handed over the dark liquid.

"Excellent!" Bulma cheered, "Um, is this supposed to be... blood?" She peered at the substance and swirled it in the tube. "How'd you get this? Usually the samples you bring me are charred."

"Well," Trunks started, not meeting his mother's gaze, "I knew that you really needed a good sample so I held down one of the creatures as best I could and drew out the 'blood' while it was still alive."

"But that was dangerous, Trunks! I can only imagine how you held it down; you stood on it, didn't you!" Trunks found something very interesting on the ceiling, or so it would seem, as he still avoided his mother's gaze. "I knew it, how reckless! We still don't know what they are and you got that close to one?" Bulma yelled at her only child while starting the analysis. Trunks winced. He had hoped that the joy of getting a good DNA sample would out-weigh the worry and anger.

"He isn't hurt though, isn't that what's important?" Dashi walked into the room quietly and stood by Trunks. Trunks smiled at her, thankful for the support. He then realised something and turned more to the girl.

"My old jacket looks better on you then it did me." He smiled; glad Dashi had gotten warmer cloths seeing as how cold she had been getting lately.

"This is - you don't mind, do you?" Dashi felt even more uneasy.

"No, no, it's perfectly okay, "Trunks assured, "besides, it's not the first time you've worn my jacket."

"Yes," Dashi said with a blush, "only this time is under a slightly less embarrassing situation." The two laughed slightly, remembering Trunks's first day of school and their meeting in the hall outside of the girl's locker room.

"What was the first embarrassing situation?" Bulma asked with peeked interest. The teens blushed, neither willing to say. Remembering that Dashi had been locked out of the locker room in only a towel was one thing, but to tell Bulma - especially new Bulma - about it was completely different! Bulma watched the pair scworm. "Oooh! Now I HAVE to know." She continued to press the issue and might have eventually gotten an answer if the computer hadn't beeped at her. She swirled around in her chair, clicking and typing madly at the computer.

Trunks and Dashi bowed out gracefully and left Bulma to her work. The pair wandered around for a bit and finally sat down in the living room on the couch. "Even though I helped you out with Bulma," Dashi started, "I do worry about you when you're gone." She scooted closer to Trunks and grabbed his hand. "I have faith in you, in your abilities and strength, but still I worry."

Trunks tightened the hold and placed his other hand over it. "I don't mean to make you or Mom worry, just like you don't mean to worry, but I'm glad you do - understand?" Dashi blinked at him. "Aright, I'll explain. Worrying is a sign that you care. All day as you were worried that I might get hurt, I was worried about you being cold. See?"

Dashi blushed slightly and smiled, moving as close to Trunks as she could. "Then I guess I'll always be worried about you."

"Me too," Trunks let go of Dashi's hand and looped his arms around her, holding her close, "except when I have you like this."

End chapter 7

SA: A-ha! If I work the 45 minuets I have between school and work on my fics then I can get them out! Sweet-ness!

If anyone cares to note, I have spent the past 3 days at the FCCLA spring conference. Now, I'm only in FCCLA b/c my teacher said it was a requirement to be in Culinary Arts (evil Ms Link!) but I'm glad I went. I may have sliced my thumb on a torne knife, broken my CD player, and gotten fairly ill, - leaves for work. comes back four hours later -what was I saying? Oh yes! I got a silver ranking in the culinary competition. Hazaa!