Rejhan couldn't sleep. She punched her pillow a few times, trying to make it more comfortable, yet failed miserably. With a sigh, she propped herself up on her elbows and looked at the glowing numbers of her alarm clock.

"Three in the morning," she groaned, collapsing back down onto her bed.

Laying flat on her back, she stared unseeingly up at her dark ceiling; thoughts of Myshel plaguing her mind. In two days, her friend was going to be kicked out of her home, and Rejhan was at a loss as to how she could help. She would have offered Myshel a place at her house, yet the Son household was short on space as it was. Besides, having Myshel, another demi-Saiyajin, around the place would bring up a lot of questions that Rejhan wasn't ready to answer just yet. But there had to be something that she could do.

As the shadows on her roof began to lighten, a half-formed idea began to take place. It was a long shot, but it might just work. The only question was; would Myshel agree?

Sitting up to view her alarm clock, she saw that it was now five thirty in the morning. Swinging out of bed, Rejhan quickly pulled on some clothes, washed her face and teeth, and then crept out of the house. She didn't have long, and she needed to know as soon as possible if her plan would actually work.

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Rejhan found Myshel still fast asleep when she flew in through the open window. Poking the girl several times in the ribs, Rejhan succeeded in only getting a snore out of her friend. With a sigh, Rejhan pinched Myshel's nose and waited for a reaction.

Myshel's piercing blue eyes flew open within seconds; mouth wide, gasping for air. At the same time, she lashed out with her left hand, backhanding Rejhan in the side of the face.

"Ouch!" she exclaimed, abruptly letting go of Myshel's nose. "Why'd ya hit me for?"

"Rejhan?" Myshel replied with a yawn. "What are you doing here? It's 6 am," she added, glancing over at her clock.

"I know, but I have something that I wanted to run by you," Rejhan began, before eagerly explaining her idea to Myshel.

"Ok, so you're gonna be kicked out of here in two days, right?" Myshel nodded rather glumly. "So you're gonna need a place to stay. I'd offer you a spot at my place, but the idea of having 'room to spare' is a novelty in my house. But I do know someone who has tonnes of room, just begging to be filled."

"Who?" Myshel asked, intrigued to learn more.

"Bulma," Rejhan answered with a grin. "Capsule Corp. has enough room to house half of West City. I'm sure they can handle one extra person. What do ya reckon?"

Myshel frowned. "There's no way I can afford to stay at Capsule Corp., Rej. I was barely meeting my rent here…"

Rejhan waved her to silence. "Money doesn't matter. Look, I'll talk to Bulma, but I'm sure she'd let you stay for free."

Myshel was shaking her head. "I'm not some kind of charity case, Rejhan. I don't like the idea of sponging off of other people. Especially people I don't know that well. Sorry, but it won't work," Myshel answered rather stubbornly, and Rejhan's smile vanished.

"I never meant to suggest that you were a charity case, 'Chel. I just thought that it would be a good idea, that's all. I mean, even if it was just until you found another place of your own, at least you'd have a roof over your head, and more food than you could ever eat," Rejhan said, feeling slightly hurt that Myshel had turned her idea down so quickly.

"I don't know…."

"Look at it this way;" Rejhan interrupted. "You'll be under the same roof as Vegeta and Trunks, both of whom are Saiyajins. You said that you wanted to learn more about your Saiyajin heritage. Well, who better to teach you than the Saiyajin Prince himself?"

Myshel frowned, giving the idea a moment's thought. It would solve her immediate problem of where she was going to live, but she still didn't like the idea of imposing on the richest family in the city. Hell, maybe even the entire planet! And then there was the idea of learning more about the Saiyajins from Vegeta….

"Vegeta has a gravity training room," Rejhan said enticingly, almost as if she had been following Myshel's train of thought. With a sigh, Myshel gave in.

"Alright. But I want you to make sure that everything is perfectly ok before I turn up on the doorstep with all of my stuff, alright?" Myshel said I almost a threatening manner. She still wasn't too happy about the whole idea, yet she could definitely see its up sides.

Rejhan grinned a typical Son grin. "Ok. After breakfast, I'll head over to Capsule Corp. to talk to Bulma, and I'll get back to you as soon as I can. Hmmm, speaking of which," Rejhan said, glancing at her wrist watch, "I've gotta go, or I'm gonna be late for breakfast. I'll catch ya later, ok?"

"Yup, ok," Myshel replied with another yawn, flopping back onto her pillow as Rejhan jumped out of her window and took off home.

Could she really be moving into Capsule Corp.? Myshel didn't want to get her hopes up, but only time would tell if Rejhan's plan would actually work.

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Rejhan arrived at the Capsule Corp. dome at around nine thirty, and made her way into the foyer. It was a typical Saturday morning, with people hurrying everywhere, that the average height, dark haired teen went unnoticed for several minutes before someone finally asked if they could help her.

"Uh, I need to speak with Bulma," she said to the curly haired, blonde receptionist who had asked the question.

The receptionist frowned, looking down at the schedule that was laid out in front of her. "Do you have an appointment?"

"Umm, no. But I'm a friend of the family. If you could just tell her that Rejhan Son is here, she'll know who I am," Rejhan explained, hoping that the receptionist would make the call.

"I'm sorry, but Miss Bulma is very busy this morning. If you would like to make an appointment, she's free…." the blonde flipped through her schedule, "…Monday morning at ten. Would you like me to make an appointment?"

"No. Look, I really need to see her now," Rejhan stressed. By Monday, Myshel would be out on the street.

"I'm sorry, but that's the best I can do," the receptionist replied, yet Rejhan could tell that she wasn't in the least bit sorry. There was only one thing left to do, and Rejhan knew that she was going to get into so much trouble for it.

"Hey! Stop!" The receptionist yelled as Rejhan took off across the foyer at a run, heading for the door that led to the private part of the complex. Ducking and weaving through the crowd, Rejhan reached the door, yanked it open, and ran straight into someone who was standing on the other side.

"Oomph, ouch!" Rejhan exclaimed as she fell onto her butt on the ground. It felt like she had run into a solid wall, and looking up, she knew why.

"So, Kakarot's brat is the one disturbing the peace. Why am I not surprised?" Vegeta asked in his usual drawl, yet Rejhan couldn't have been happier to have run into him.

Jumping to her feet, Rejhan gripped his arm, just as the receptionist, and several other people caught up with her.

"Tell them I'm with you, please?" Rejhan begged into his ear. She couldn't afford to get thrown out now.

Vegeta regarded her with one raised eyebrow, before turning to face the group of people that were gathered before him, all of whom were looking at Vegeta with apprehension.

"Well? Shouldn't you people be working? The girl's with me," Vegeta said, before turning to walk back the way he had just come. With a glace at the bemused crowd, Rejhan hastily followed after him.

"Thanks Vegeta," she called, only to get a grunt in response. "Umm, is Bulma really that busy?"

"How should I know? She's in her office," Vegeta replied before slamming the door to his gravity room in her face.

"I guess that it's ok for me to go on up then?" Rejhan surmised, heading in the direction of the scientist's office.

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'How long is this going to take?' Rejhan groaned as she sat outside Bulma's door, waiting for her current client to leave. She had been sitting there for nearly half an hour before the door finally opened.

"Rejhan," Bulma said in surprise upon noticing the seventeen year old girl sitting at her door. "What are you doing here?"

"I need to talk to you about something," Rejhan said, scrambling to her feet.

"Well, come on in, then. We can't have you sitting out in the hallway, now can we?" Bulma said, leading the way back into the office.

"Now, what did you want to talk to me about?" Bulma asked once they had both taken a seat.

Rejhan fidgeted slighting before she began. "Well, you know my friend Myshel?" Bulma nodded. "She's getting evicted from her apartment in two days, and I was kinda wondering if it was alright for her to stay here. Just until she finds another place, of course," she added hastily.

Bulma frowned, considering the proposal. Rejhan couldn't read the look that was on her face, yet she had the pessimistic feeling that Bulma was going to turn her down.

"Sorry, I probably shouldn't have asked. I mean, you hardly know her…"

"It's not that," Bulma interrupted, waving Rejhan to sit down, as she had just made to leave. "I don't mind helping her out. I was just wondering how Vegeta was going to react, that's all."

Rejhan breathed a sigh of relief. "So she can stay?" Rejhan asked with a hopeful smile.

"Of course. Bring her around at about five o'clock, and we'll have dinner and discuss everything then. You're more than welcome to stay too, you know," Bulma said with a smile, and Rejhan could have hugged her.

"Excellent! Thank you so much!" she exclaimed, jumping to her feet in her excitement. "I'd better go and tell Myshel."

"You do that. I look forwards to meeting her again," Bulma added, walking around to show Rejhan out of the office.

"Oh, and don't worry about Vegeta. I'm sure that he won't be too annoyed with the idea," Rejhan said as she reached the doorway.

"I hope not. But hey, tough luck if he is. He'll just have to deal with it," Bulma replied with a smirk. "Oh, hold on a sec. You haven't seen Trunks around lately have you? He was supposed to be training with Vegeta this morning, but he never showed up. You can imagine how annoyed Vegeta was," Bulma said with a laugh.

"Sorry, I haven't seen him. But I think Goten said something about meeting up with Trunks this morning. Maybe they're off somewhere? You know what those two are like," Rejhan replied with a roll of her eyes.

"Yeah, you're probably right. I'm sure he'll turn up when he gets hungry," Bulma replied, holding the door open as Rejhan left the office.

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"Five o'clock tonight?" Myshel asked for the millionth time.

"Yes!" Rejhan stressed, throwing a pillow at her friend. "You're going to have tea with Bulma, Trunks, and Vegeta, and talk everything through. I'd come with you, but mum's real big on family dinners."

"I can't believe this is happening," Myshel said, overwhelmed by this turn of events, barely registering the fact that Rejhan wasn't going to be accompanying her.

"Well you'd better believe it. Tonight, you will be wining and dining with the Briefs," Rejhan said in a posh accent. With a laugh, Myshel slammed a pillow into Rejhan's face, triggering the start of a massive pillow fight.

By the time Rejhan left the apartment, every surface was covered in feathers, with the remanents of the pillow covers laying scatter everywhere. Most of Myshel's nerves had been belted out of her, and when Rejhan left, she was rummaging through her wardrobe, trying to find something suitable to wear.

Arriving home just in time for tea, Rejhan was expecting a thousand questions as to where she had been all day, yet that wasn't the case.

"You haven't seen Goten, have you?" was the first thing that her mother said to her upon walking through the front door.

"No, why?" Rejhan replied, puzzled.

"Because he hasn't come home yet, that's why. But when he does…..ugh! He knows what time dinner is!" Chichi ranted, and Rejhan quickly walked past her and into the living room.

Consequently, dinner was put on hold for an extra half an hour as Chichi anxiously awaited her youngest son's arrival. Yet Goten was still yet to make an appearance.

"Have you called Bulma?" Gohan suggested from his place on the couch. "Maybe he's there with Trunks?"

"That reminds me," Rejhan piped up. "Bulma said that Trunks was missing too. He was supposed to be training with Vegeta this morning, yet never showed up. I overhead Goten saying something on the phone to Trunks this morning, so I just assumed that the two of them were off somewhere, and I told Bulma."

Chichi looked from her daughter to her eldest son, before emitting a kind of low growl. The twins both knew that Chichi was on the verge of exploding, and were wishing like nothing else that they were anywhere but where they were at that moment.

"Chichi, I'm sure Goten's fine," Goku called from his place at the dinner table, where he was anxiously awaiting his food. "Let's eat, and then we'll call Bulma. If Goten misses tea, then that can be his punishment for being late."

With another growl, Chichi went straight for the phone, while the twins joined Goku at the table. A few minutes later, Chichi joined them; her face as white as a sheet.

"Chi? What's wrong?" Goku asked, pausing in his grab for a chicken wing.

"The boys. Bulma hasn't seen them all day. Vegeta tried looking a moment ago, and he can't find them anywhere. They've both vanished," Chichi mumbled before falling into a dead faint.

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Well, here it is, the next chapter! Myshel is moving into Capsule Corp., and the boys are missing. Where could they be? Stay tuned to find out! Hope you all enjoyed!

Rejhan.