Chapter 6: Chapters like these always make me cringe. They're so corny... introducing an OC to the "gang life". But alas, they must be done...

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The woman had shoulder length, greenish-blue hair, bangs cropped across her forehead, and sparkling eyes that matched the sky looking down upon her. She was petite, and wore a simple outfit of what I assumed to be "jeans" and a loose, short-sleeved shirt.

I felt an instant familiarity with her energy, causing me to smile.

Vegeta then walked off, into the giant dome-shaped building, as if there were nothing to see or talk about.

'This must be his home…'

"Trunks, you're okay!" I heard her call as she advanced swiftly, being careful not to shake the baby in her arms.

Piccolo promptly flew off.

She stopped next to Trunks and began circling around him, looking over his body for any apparent injuries.

"It's fine, I'm alright." He laughed lightly and reached out to touch the wriggling baby in her arms.

My attention was taken away from the pair when someone tapped me on the shoulder. I arched an eyebrow. "Yes, Goku?"

Goku smiled and pointed to the human woman. "That's Trunks' mom there, Bulma. We go waaay back."

I nodded slowly. "So… that must be the Trunks of this time?" I gestured to the baby in Bulma's arms.

Goku nodded "Yep." He then lifted one arm up and placed his elbow on my shoulder as if we were great pals, which almost threw me off balance as he put what felt like his entire weight on it. "Hey, Bulma!"

Bulma looked over in our direction and smiled. "Oh, hey Goku, Gohan."

The two males waved in response.

"Hey listen, Bulma—I really gotta get home to Chi-Chi, she must really want to kill me…" He scratched the side of his cheek with an index finger; probably a nervous habit.

As he was talking, Bulma approached us while maneuvering baby Trunks into one arm so she could place the other on her hip. "Well fine. But at least introduce me to your friend, Goku." Her gaze was harsh for a moment, until she turned to regard me amicably.

I suddenly felt awkward, being introduced to my brother's mate like that; covered in nothing but torn spandex and boots, leaning to the side like an idiot.

"Mom, this is Vegeta's sister—my aunt." Trunks intervened a second later.

Bulma's eyes went twice their size as she turned back to me. "Oh my gosh! Talk about a small universe!" She shake her head, amazed. Her eyes then became more alert as she inquired, "Just where exactly did you guys go? And what happened? You're all beaten up, too!" She quickly scanned the rest of us.

I spared a glance to the three saiyans around me, shrugging. "It's a long story." I then reached up and removed Goku's elbow so I could stand upright and take a step toward Bulma.

I bowed my head slightly and placed a hand over my chest. "It's an honor to meet you, Bulma. I've gotten to know your son, and he is a remarkable young man." I brought my gaze back up and stared at Trunks in her arms as he reached out to me. "Or… he will be." I smirked and held a pinky finger out for the reaching baby to latch onto. He had quite a grip.

But then images and memories of my son flooded me in an unwelcome rush, and I couldn't hide my disheartened gaze.

Bulma tilted her head to the side a bit and frowned. "Oh… thanks. Are you… okay?"

I blinked in surprise. "Huh? Oh, yes. Please forgive me, my name is Midori." I flashed my 'sister in law' a smile to try and reassure her.

She brightened up a bit after that. "That's a pretty name. But it doesn't sound saiyan."

I could tell Goku was getting nervous, as he was now scratching the back of his head.

"Well, I wasn't raised as a saiyan. I was born on a planet called Yardrat—"

"Whoa! No way!"

The four of us turned our attention to Goku, who in turn stared at me in awe. "I've been there before! I remember the elders telling this story about a being like me, but I didn't think it was you!"

Bulma shook her head once more before facing me again. "Well Midori, it looks like you and Goku have something in common besides having been on Yardrat at one time or another."

I raised both eyebrows and allowed my restless tail to wrap around my waste. "And what would that be?"

She smiled and pushed a bit of hair behind her ear as the wind picked up. "Goku wasn't raised as a saiyan. He was brought up as a human, by a human, even though he was wasn't one. He didn't find out about his heritage until…" she trailed off, silently asking Goku for the answer.

He scratched his forehead and blinked a couple times. "Gosh, like six years ago."

Really now...

"That's…" I trailed off and couldn't help but stare with widened eyes. Shouldn't something have told him that maybe he wasn't human if he was so much stronger than the whole world's population? Not to mention the tail he most likely had growing up...

Huh.

"Dad." Gohan spoke up for the first time since we'd emerged from the shuttle. "I think we should get going now." He tugged at his father's arm gently.

Goku confirmed with a nod and smile "Yeah, right." He placed two fingers on his forehead in what I assumed was going to be instant transmission.

"Hey, just wait a minute, Goku!" Bulma sounded a bit indignant now.

Goku lowered his hand and stared blankly at her. I'd seen this look on him a few times already. It reminded me of the one stereotype I'd heard a while back... What was it? Dumb blonde... Yes.

"Don't you think your wife would be less angry if you arrived home in proper clothing?"

I had thought the same thing, but it really wasn't any of my…

"Hey, thanks Bulma! You're the best, you know that?" He slapped her back in a friendly gesture, almost causing her to fall over. Goku held his hands up in shock. "Oops, by bad…"

Yes, after all, he was topless at the moment…

I cast a glimpse off to the side as they continued to converse. I was beginning to feel the roll of the 'third wheel', not really being in the loop and all.

So, as they walked towards the "Capsule Corp", I slowed my pace until I was behind enough to turn around altogether without being noticed, and jogged towards a small spherically-shaped building that had caught my attention in the background.

As I neared the metal contraption, I could feel that Vegeta was inside. He was putting out an awful amount of energy for someone who was almost killed less than twenty hours ago.

Was he training in there?

Upon arrival, I wandered cautiously around the contraption until the door presented itself.

But instead of entering, I floated up to a small window and peered through. All I could see was scarlet at first glimpse, until I focused my eyes enough to notice that everything was tinted scarlet; there was probably a red lighting system.

I could make out some computer-like machine in the very center of the room. There was also my brother off to the side, throwing lightning fast punches and kicks to the air.

I rapped my knuckles against the glass, hoping I would catch his attention.

He continued to assault his invisible opponent.

I sighed, blowing a bit of my feathery bangs out of my face.

Then, reaching one arm out to the side, I knocked hard on the metal wall. I could hear the resounding noise it made inside, over the loud buzzing the chamber naturally made.

Vegeta froze, his fist in front of him. He then whipped his head to the side, glaring straight at me, before straightening and nodding towards the door.

I smirked and allowed myself to fall to the ground before hurrying up to the entrance and allowing myself in.

It was dark, and the red lighting was creepy to an extent. It highlighted Vegeta's body so that you could see every shadow, contour, and each drop of sweat.

And he was clad in a simple pair of spandex shorts. And boots.

He made me feel as if I were overdressed. And I was showing most of my torso. Not to mention the giant hole exposing my back.

Vegeta made an audible sound of annoyance as I checked the place out from the doorway. "Well?" he barked, "What do you want?"

I closed the door and took a full step inside. "You said you wanted to—" And then I had a face full of floor.

Vegeta laughed openly at my fall. "You should watch your step next time." I could almost hear his smirk...

Trying hard to ignore my flattened nose, I lifted my arms and was about to push myself up, but it seemed as if the floor was pulling me into it.

I managed to lift my head up, as painful as the action was. "What the hell i-is this?" It felt as if my entire body was being crushed.

Vegeta smirked down at me. "Four hundred fifty times Earth's regular gravity. How is it suiting you?" I caught sight of his boots moving almost casually until he squatted to where I could clearly see his smug expression. His smirk then dropped, and his regular irritated expression returned. "Get up."

I didn't care for his tone...

Little by little, I used my arms to push myself up. When my aching breasts were no longer smashed against the floor, I bent one leg and forced myself up the rest of the way, grunting as I did so.

When I was eventually standing upright, my posture was still slightly hunched. I forced a grin when I faced Vegeta and spoke in a strained tone. "This room—it must be very useful." I grunted again, further straightening out my back. "Once you get used to it."

Vegeta scoffed at my apparent weakness. He didn't care if I was 'used to it' or not. "Come on then—attack me!"

I smirked briefly before nodding. I guess it was show time.

Bending my knees slightly, I found it extremely hard to fit into a proper fighting stance with the artificial gravity bearing down on me. I wasn't even sure if I could execute a punch fast enough to hit Vegeta, despite the fact that he was only an arm's distance away.

Making up my mind, I shot a fist out aimed for my brother's shoulder.

He caught it easily with his opposite hand and squeezed until I bared my teeth at him in pain. "Slow." He pronounced the word true to its definition, much to my chagrin.

I jumped and spun my body around, forcing him to let go as I swung my leg at his head.

He ducked, seemingly nonchalant the whole time.

Was I really moving so slowly?

I landed, my feet touching the ground as gently as a falling brick would have.

Vegeta jumped back and laughed tauntingly. "Come on! The bones of my ancestors could dodge your attacks after rising out of the grave!"

Oh, he was asking for it… If my brother wanted to get straight to it, then so be it.

I bent my arms at my sides, tapping into my refreshed energy supply. I could feel my entire body becoming lighter as my ki engulfed me in white flames.

Vegeta fell into a fighting stance, smirking deliberately.

Trunks stood by an open window in the baby's room, his long hair softly teasing his face with the wind's help. "Hey mom?"

"What's up, Trunks?"

"You didn't see Midori come in with us, did you?"

Bulma paused in changing the diaper of her younger son. "Now that you mention it…"

Soon after, the two were walking around their vast backyard, seeing as how Trunks could feel out his aunt's energy signal.

"Uh-oh."

Bulma folded her arms and rolled her eyes as they stood in front of her father's spaceship. "And here my first impression was that she was sooo unlike her brother…"

Trunks snickered when he saw the windows flash white a few times. "They'll come in when they're ready, mom. Then you can get to know her."

His mother placed one hand on her cheek and the other under her elbow. Sighing, she replied, "Sure, okay. I just wonder how those two will interact when it comes to being normal."

Trunks shrugged as he turned around. "Who knows. But I do know that you two will get along great." He threw a charming smile over his shoulder before he made his way back inside.

Bulma moved her hands to her hips and tossed a disapproving look at the space craft, before laughing lightly. "Of course we will… I tamed Vegeta, didn't I?" She questioned, throwing one last knowing look behind her before following her son from a different time.

I snapped my head to the side where the Super Saiyan'ed Vegeta appeared out of thin air, one hand poised a short foot away, ready to blast me point blank in the face.

My instincts kicked in, bringing my hand up to stop his attack with one of my own.

Both of our blasts clashed and exploded in a painfully white light, causing the two of us to be blown back, each if us crying out in pain.

I caught my balance and skidded to a halt, one palm flat against the tiled floor, both knees bent low to the ground.

Vegeta did a fast flip and landed on his feet a bit unsteadily.

We were both panting heavily.

I felt something tickle my shoulders, so I reached over to pull my torn sleeve back into place. Each little movement felt like ten people were pulling against me.

Vegeta wiped a bit of sweat from his brow and smirked. "Yes. That's the way! You fight like a true elite warrior!"

I stood up slowly, not because of the gravity, but because I had grown tired. It wouldn't be incorrect to say that I had gotten used to the intense room. I had to—my wonderful brother didn't believe in handicaps.

What was frustrating though, was that we seemed to be at a standstill throughout the whole three hours we had been in here.

I would punch him and he would return it with a kick.

He would block a blow and I would dodge his.

I think he did get in a few more hits than I did, but… it was hard to tell.

Vegeta unexpectedly relaxed into his normal state, his expression losing the tenseness for that of indifference. Without a word he turned on his heel, over to the computer in the room's center. A few button-pressings later, the red lights gave way to regular white lighting.

I squinted my eyes at the abrupt brightness, but was relieved to feel the pressure on my body lift.

Wordlessly he walked to the exit, slinging a towel over his slick shoulders.

I remained where I was, clueless.

Vegeta stopped with his hand on the door and threw me an irritated glance over his shoulder. "If you wish not to eat, then stay here, by all means."

My eyes widened. "Oh. I'm coming..."

Vegeta allowed me to exit first, like a gentleman would, or maybe because he had to stay behind to shut the lights off in the doorway. All I know is that I felt abnormally light on my way back to Capsule Corp.

…

"Oh, please! You don't owe me anything! Trunks told me about you. You're part of the family, so that means you've got to stay here!"

"Ah, no, Bulma please, how can I—"

A sugary sweet voice chirped, "Oh sweetheart, you really shouldn't worry so much. We want you to stay. It's so lovely having another woman around the house."

Bulma's mother was very kind…

Midori sighed, giving a small smile of defeat.… "Thank you all, so very much." What they were offering her was almost unheard of...

This time an older man spoke up, removing the smoking pipe from his lips before doing so. "Don't thank us yet. You haven't got any clothes, am I correct? Well, that means you have yet to go shopping with Bulma…" He then reached up to pet a small black animal on his shoulder.

Midori arched an eyebrow at this forewarning.

Bulma rolled her eyes in a slight frustration. "Oh dad, shut it." She then turned to Midori. "But he is right. You need some new digs. You can't go around in the same shorts and tank top everyday…" Bulma then placed an index finger on her chin in deliberation.

Yes, Midori had been loaned some leisurely clothes that Bulma said were loose on herself. But, the blue-haired inventor didn't take into consideration that she was also shorter than the saiyan woman, and…

She weighed about forty pounds of raw muscle less than Midori.

In the end, it was a snug fit.

There was also the borrowed "push up" that made her chest look like melons…

Bulma flashed the silent saiyan a bright smile. "Well, I guess we'll just have to get up bright and early tomorrow, now won't we?"

Midori chuckled softly at the human's persistence. "You're willing to provide me with a whole new wardrobe? What if I were to take advantage of your hospitality, and have an orgy of spending?"

Bulma laughed humorously at the idea. "I highly doubt that; I have more money than I know what to do with!"

Midori smiled with a hint of sadness. "I can never thank you enough." She then stood up from the kitchen stool, her face deadly serious. "For your kindness, I vow to protect your family for as long as I'm able. You said I was family… and that's all I've ever really wanted."

Bulma and her parents watched wordlessly as Midori made her leave, most likely to the room that Trunks had picked out for her.

There was another moment of silence even after she was out of earshot, then, "Oh my, who does she remind you of, Bulma?"

Bulma smiled at her mother's words as reached a hand out to lightly poke her sleeping baby's stomach. "Not Vegeta, that's for sure."

…

It was nice enough, the room I was staying in. I was never one to complain anyway.

There was a large window on the wall across from the door, to look out of. I liked that, especially since the bed was right there against it. To my right was a quaint office desk complete with a small lamp, stationary, and a small glass container filled with candy.

And instead of a dresser or small wardrobe for the clothes that I didn't even have, there was a large walk-in closet… Wow.

'I have to ask Bulma exactly what it is that Capsule Corp does… I'm sure Vegeta feels right at home in this dome-shaped castle.'

Either way, it was well past bedtime. The sun had set about four or five hours ago. I was the only one that seemed to be wide-awake. With nothing better to do, I'd been sitting on my bed, leaned up against the window with its curtains pulled back.

Earth's night sky was very beautiful. It had a countless measure of stars, and amidst them was the most enchanting moon I'd ever seen. It was actually the only moon Earth had, and it looked like it should've been full in the near future… I'd have to close the blinds then.

I brought my knees up to my chest so I could lay my arms over my legs, and wrapped my tail around my side, sighing as I did so.

'Twenty-seven hours ago… I was lying on my back, thinking I was never going to see the light of another day. And now I'm—'

My tail twitched as I heard muffled cries from a few doors over.

'And now I'm checking on my infant nephew…'

I smiled at the thought and hopped out of bed, ready to see what was the matter.

The hallway was desolate as I poked my head out.

Quietly closing my room door behind me, I crept down the hallway, my feet "ninja"-like as all they left were a slight impression on the plush carpeting.

I finally stopped at a door where I could feel the baby's presence and entered as quickly as possible so his cries wouldn't wake anyone up.

I stepped forward, and Trunks' cries died down to whimpers as if he'd known someone was finally there.

As I stood with my arms resting over the side of his crib, I was met with small, eerily icy-blue eyes.

The noise had completely stopped. All that was left to offer sound was a faint swishing of the trees in the wind, and the small sniffles Trunks made as he stared up at me.

The infant's gaze was almost startling; so serious… almost exactly like his older counterpart, but the haunting memories were not present behind the eyes of this young one.

My lips fell to a small frown as I stared down at the small boy in the crib. "Trunks… what's wrong?" I whispered so lightly that it could have blended in with the blowing trees, or maybe even his breathing.

The room flashed white for a moment—lightning—a storm still in the distance, making its way closer.

In that moment, I could have sworn… I could have sworn on my life, that his baby blue eyes had turned charcoal, and his few wisps of lavender hair had changed color as well, and fell past his tiny shoulders.

In the time it took me to blink, and the lightning to flash again, I was no longer seeing things.

I eased myself away from the crib, step by step, until my hands that were clasped around the crib's frame stopped me from retreating any further.

What had that been? Why was I seeing…?

"Just what exactly do you think you're doing in here?" A rough, demanding voice ripped me from my thoughts, also earning a small gasp.

I turned to face my brother, my lips still slightly parted, my hands somewhat shaking on the metal bars within their grasp.

He stood by the door, which was already closed (I didn't even notice him come in…), wearing just a pair of silky maroon boxers.

"Vegeta… I—" As I looked down again at Trunks, I was slightly shocked to see that he was sleeping, heavily, as if he'd not been awake in the first place. He had even rolled over onto his stomach.

I shook my head slightly, finally pushing myself away from the child's bed, to face Vegeta. "I heard him crying from my room. No one was awake, so I came to check—"

"Impossible." Vegeta's eyes narrowed at me through the darkness.

I mirrored his expression, not fond of having been interrupted. "How so?"

Vegeta's strict stare turned into a glare. "My room is right next door, and I heard no such sound. I'm only awake because you were stumbling around doing who knows what." He was at least thoughtful enough to keep his voice low for his son's sake. "Believe me when I say that the whole damn building would have known if he were awake."

My mind briefly went back to what I had seen when the lightning flashed earlier. "Vegeta…" I stared at the floor for a moment, jaw slack, not sure if he would want to hear what I had to say. "I have to get something very important off of my chest. Do you mind?"

My older sibling stalked over to a rocking chair just to the side of the only window in the room and plopped down on it, folding his arms securely over his chest. He must have recognized that he was in for a long story. He then grunted slightly as he closed his eyes, before speaking. "I could sense something was amiss when I walked in. This better be worth it... I'm missing out on my beauty sleep." He grumbled the last part.

I brought my gaze to the floor again and sighed. I really didn't want to talk about this, but… "Yeah…" I knew it would be better if I confided in someone. 'It's been seven years, after all.'

Vegeta cracked one eye open as he frowned, waiting for an explanation.

I finally faced him, not intending to keep him waiting any longer. "There was one thing I didn't mention to you the other day… Vegeta, the reason I finally decided to try and leave Broly all those years ago, was because… he killed our young son…"

I felt a cold chill take hold of my body as it thundered outside, the storm finally having reached us. I inhaled slowly, exhaling shakily.

Both of Vegeta's eyes snapped open as he stared at me in bewilderment and rage. "What?" I could tell he was fighting between feeling amazed that I had bore a child with the man, and being outraged that Broly had done away with his own son, which would have been Vegeta's nephew.

I bowed my head as Vegeta began a hushed rant. "What kind of saiyan father in their right mind would kill his own son? Gah! Insane bastard!" He gripped the arm of the rocker with one hand so hard, that I heard a distinct cracking of wood as he waved the other fist about angrily.

Trunks began to stir, successfully silencing Vegeta in that instant. It was obvious that he wanted to avoid being in the presence of his crying son.

It was understandable why he was so upset, though. A male saiyan took the most pride in having sons—especially their first-born.

It was appalling to Vegeta to hear what I had told him. The only cases of a man killing his son in our culture were if there was some disease or extreme disability at birth, or if the boy had betrayed his father in the most unthinkable way. At least that's what Paragus taught me...

At that, I silently wondered why Vegeta was so disrespectful toward his own son…

I sighed heavily and leaned one side of my body against the wall. "But, Vegeta…" I started in a heavy tone. "I don't think I've been able to grieve his death the way I've wanted to…" I turned my gaze to my somber brother, who still had his regular deep frown and light glare.

"I've kept a lot of my feelings bottled up over the last seven years, and every time I see a child, or a baby… I start imagining what was… or what could have been." I sighed and moved to the side a bit until I was standing in front of an oval-shaped mirror, hung decoratively on the room's pastel wall. Even in the darkness of midnight, I could see that I had paled visibly.

"I thought I heard Trunks crying… when I came… he was still whining, but… he just stared at me. Then I thought he was my son…" I took a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves. "When you came in, he was sleeping as if nothing had ever woken him."

Vegeta was quiet for a few seconds until he 'hmphed' and stood from the abused rocker. "It's obvious you have some sort of complex that you're dealing with." He let his arms fall to his sides. "I would too, after living with a maniac like Broly."

He already had a complex from living with Frieza, but whatever.

My eyes scanned the carpet as I listened to Vegeta's almost indifferent tone. 'Not really what I wanted to hear…'

"So grieve, little sister."

I looked up at Vegeta in a confused manner, my fidgeting hands having found the tip of my tail.

"Mourn. Get angry. Take it out on somebody! I can see you've been dying to…" He allowed a small smirk as he trailed off.

One corner of my mouth rose for a second, before falling again. I assumed that this was his way of comfort; an invitation to let off some steam. "Tomorrow—after I've finished my business with your mate." I could tell that he wanted to further test me.

Vegeta did nothing to show that he agreed or understood, just simply stared hard at my slumped figure in a long silence.

I glanced in his direction, before turning away. "Goodnight… brother."

I could feel his gaze on my back, the entire distance from the crib to the door, until I was left alone in the hallway outside.

For a whole minute I stood there, and Vegeta's energy was just as still as mine.

Was he waiting for me to leave?

Paragus simply smirked at Midori's heated remark. "Your maternal instincts are second to none, my dear…"

I smiled slightly at my realization. 'Vegeta… your paternal instincts are second to none.' I finally made my way to bed.

The Next Day:

'Let's see… six jeans, five shorts… eleven shirts… and nine sets of bras and panties. Oh, and let's not forget my six pairs of shoes that Trunks is carrying for me.'

I hid my smirk well behind my "chocolate shake" as I took a sip, watching Trunks sweat as he stood next to me.

Finally feeling bad for the boy, I spoke up. "Trunks, let me carry some of those bags, really."

The teen had to crane his neck over the load in his arms to make eye contact. "No! I'm fine! Besides, you're already carrying like five bags."

I stared incredulously. "And you're carrying…" I paused to scan his entire body. "Well, I lost count around seventeen."

Trunks gave up on balancing the array of bags and boxes in his hands (and arms… and knees) and fell onto a plush chair just behind him. The entire haul fell into a heap around his feet.

I crossed my legs and smirked, already seated next to him.

"Man, this is rough. Super Saiyan or not… ugh." He rubbed his forehead as he sunk further into the chair.

Spotting a trashcan about sixty feet away, I shot my now empty cup at it. Two seconds later it landed in with a satisfying swish.

A few of the people that had witnessed this cast awed glances as they went by.

"Okay you guys, how do I look?"

We both turned our heads as Bulma stepped out of her dressing room to model for us.

The dress was simple yet attractive; form fitting, reaching to mid thigh with no sleeves and a mock-neck. It was a solid forest green color.

Trunks seemed hesitant. "Um, it looks nice I guess."

"I think it compliments your figure, Bulma. The color is nice, too."

"Thanks!" Bulma smiled and performed a small twirl before examining herself in a nearby mirror. "Trunks just doesn't want to say anything because I'm his mom."

Trunks blushed and lowered his head. "Well, yeah. The words that come to mind for that dress aren't things I'd want to use to describe my mother!"

I chuckled softly as Bulma scoffed.

"Way to be open-minded, son."

Trunks sighed heavily as he pushed his long hair aside. "So, what's next?"

I could tell he was trying to be polite, instead of asking how much longer are you two going to treat me like a pack-mule?

We'd been at the mall for over four hours, after all. And I had to admit it was enjoyable. I hadn't seen a shopping center of this magnitude in over a decade.

Bulma was back in her fitting room as she called out, "We still have to get you some dresses, missy."

I nodded towards the door concealing her. "Okay." I then turned to Trunks and reached out, placing a hand on his shoulder. "My offer is still up."

But before he could answer, his mother was out and holding several dresses before me.

"I think darker colors suit you. So I got some blues and blacks, and I think there's a purple one here… But that's just my opinion." She waved a hand and shrugged.

Standing up, I took the dresses and smiled reassuringly. "No. I think you have great taste, Bulma."

She smirked and slapped my left shoulder playfully. "You know, all you ever do is agree with me and compliment me left and right. I wish Vegeta could be just like you!"

I smirked and shook my head slightly as I entered the small room containing a bench and a full body mirror.

…

I was startled when I walked out of the small room to be greeted by a loud whistle.

Apparently Trunks was too.

"Mom..."

"Oh hush!" She then clapped her hands together, beaming at me. "That's what I call sexy!"

My eyes widened as I was taken by surprise yet again. "Oh really?"

It was the third dress in the pile, and the first to fit so far.

The article of clothing was black, with off-the-shoulder long sleeves. It reached just above my knees and had four-inch long slits on each side.

It was rather becoming… I just hadn't expected the woman to agree so enthusiastically.

I inspected myself in the mirrors provided, smiling in approval. The last time I'd worn something this feminine, I was seventeen and marooned on a gypsy planet with the two men I'd spent most of my life with.

Of course, this dress wasn't nearly as revealing as some of the things the natives had me wearing back then…

"Uh-oh you guys…"

Still using the mirror, I shifted my gaze to Bulma.

She clipped her small cellular device back onto the waist of her pants. "Looks like I'm needed back at home, A-SAP. We're going to have to pay for that and hit the road," She announced, genuinely disappointed.

I nodded, showing that I understood. 'I'm not complaining, though…'

…

Trunks had not brought up my ability to teleport, so I kept quiet on our flight back to West City. Truthfully, I'd found it rather relaxing traveling in the small jet above the bodies of water and mountain ranges separating Central City from our destination.

The whole back of the vehicle was a plethora of multi-colored bags and boxes, of all shapes and sizes. It reminded me of an enlarged mountain of sweets, just waiting for some small group of children to pick it apart.

The ride was silent; Bulma concentrating on driving, Trunks resting his eyes, and me, merely watching the Earth go by.

'This planet has to be the richest with color I've ever seen…' We were flying very close to the water now. The passenger window was just three or four yards from the water's surface. It sparkled and sloshed in a magnificent medley of crystal blues, whites, and yellows reflected from the aircraft.

'… What are those shadows? Some kind of giant fish, maybe?' There were at least five of them, and suddenly a whole pack of gray, fish-like creatures surfaced, jumping in and out of the water. They were following us.

"Hey, you guys won't mind if I have the radio going, will you?"

I shook my head, not really paying attention as Trunks grunted.

Bulma, not being able to turn around to see us, gave a short laugh. "I'll take that as a no." There were clicking sounds and static as she toyed with the radio.

I felt Trunks slide closer until his legs bumped mine. "Do you know what those are?" He was also looking at the long creatures with their lengthy snouts, scale-less bodies, and thick fins.

"No." I glanced over my shoulder. "They must be fish though, right?"

Trunks pushed his long hair back as he smiled. "Yeah, sorta. They're called dolphins."

"Dolphins… They're gorgeous." I concluded, eyes locked onto their shimmering, lithe figures.

"Yeah, they're considered one of the smartest animals, and they're really playful." He went on to explain more scientific facts about the species.

I smiled softly as the swimming animals fell into the distance, my heart fluttering.

Finally, Bulma finished searching for music and a song began playing. "Oh, I love this song!"

Back on the road again, feelin' kinda lonely and

Lookin' for the right guy, to be mine.

Trunks scooted back across the seat and sighed. "How could I ever forget this song?"

I threw him a questioning look.

He leaned in slightly so he wouldn't be heard. "She plays this song all the time. It's her favorite. Even in the future…"

I nodded, letting out a silent 'Oh'.

Maybe we'll meet at a bar, he'll drive a funky car

Maybe we'll meet at a club, and fall so deeply in love

It was definitely a bouncy song… I could see why she liked it.

He'll tell me I'm the one, and we'll have so much fun

I'll be the girl of his dreams, maybe…

The volume suddenly increased, causing Trunks to groan.

Alright maybe, gonna find him today,

I gotta get someone to call my lover, yeah baby come on

I found myself tapping my foot and ever-so-slightly nodding my head as the song progressed.

'Yeah. The perfect man… That would be something.'

The tempo of the song and the lyrics allowed me to picture the perfect guy.

He would be cute, have a sense a humor, and know how to have fun… know how to treat his girl…

My-my, lookin' for a guy-guy, I don't want him too shy

But he's gotta have that qualities

That I like in a man,

Strong, smart, affectionate—

Kind of like…

His wide grin flashed momentarily in my mind. A smile so innocent, that you would have to question the motives behind it.

'Kind of like him…'

I shook my head and sighed.

He's gotta be all for me

And I'll be too you see—

Happily~!

'I wouldn't feel right with anyone else, though. Evil or not, Broly was my mate… If I can just live and spar with my brother for the rest of my long life, then that will be enough... '

Alright baby, gonna find him today,

I gotta get someone to call my lover, yeah baby come on

Alright baby come in, pass my way

I gotta get someone to call my lover, yeah baby come on

I leaned back into my seat and closed my eyes. We still had about thirty minutes left until we reached home.

'Home… that sounds nice.'