Bulma walked through the house, picking up shirts and pants as she went and just cussed at whoever was listening at the moment. /Ever since those girls arrived Vegeta's done nothing but train, sleep, eat, and train. He's becoming a total slob and what's worst is that Trunks is taking after him. / She passed the bedroom where Future Trunks was staying and saw it was clean and no cloths on the floor. /At least he didn't pick up one thing from his father. / She dumped the cloths in a hamper and walked outside where she saw Vegeta training by himself and Trunks sitting in a chair on the patio playing with baby Trunks.

"So that's where the little bugger went too," she said, sitting down with a huff.

"Yeah. I thought I would take him off your hands for awhile," Trunks said, picking up a bottle and giving it to baby Trunks. "A little weird feeding myself but I saw you had to much work around the house."

"Well thank you Trunks. At least SOMEONE is HELPING ME!" she said, louder for Vegeta to hear. All she got was a growl in response. "So why aren't you training?"

"Dad's going a little further in his training that I can't keep up. He's content he can go Super Saiyan 2 before Goku."

Bulma just shook her head and leaned the chair back until she was looking upside down when she noticed someone standing on the fence to the yard and shot up to see that was trespassing but when she turned around no one was there.

"You okay mom?"

"Yeah but I thought I saw a girl standing on the fence."

Trunks handed baby Trunks to his mom and got up to take a look. Just because he didn't see anyone or sensed anyone didn't someone wasn't there. Getting to the fence he looked all around but saw no one and didn't feeling anything unusual so he turned and walked back to the house. They got a call a few hours ago from Goku saying one of the girls visited them that morning so now everyone was on high alert. Instead of sitting back in the chair, he sat on the steps of the patio and just continued to watch his dad train until he was done while his mom put baby Trunks down for a nap and finished cleaning the house. The first few minutes went in the slow-motion. Vegeta got done training and went inside to take a shower, leaving him outside by himself, and the laughter of kids down a few houses reached his ears.

"You better be training more," a voice said from behind. He shot up and got in a fighting stance when he noticed it was only Vegeta. "At least you're on your guard."

Trunks just gave him a small smirk and sat back down. This was his training. Sit, relax, and take in everything around you. Sadly, that calm and relaxing moment was ruined by a loud screeching voice from inside the house.

"VEGETA! GET YOUR ASS IN THIS HOUSE AND CLEAN UP THIS BATHROOM!"

"Woman..."

"Don't you woman me!" Bulma yelled, this time walking outside. "I didn't spend hours cleaning the house up for you to make a bigger mess!"

"The Prince of Saiyans doesn't..."

"I DON'T CARE! You're still going to get into that bathroom and clean up your mess!" She tapped her foot and glared at Vegeta until he finally gave up and walked passed her, mumbling about how she must have taken lesions from Chichi. She smiled at Trunks and walked back in, unknown to them she hadn't taken lesions from Chichi but now she was considering it.

"Wow. I didn't know mom and dad really cared for each other," Trunks said in amusement.

"And I didn't know the Prince of Saiyans could be controlled by a woman," a voice said. Trunks turned around and saw a young girl standing in the yard with a drink in one hand while taking a bite of a hotdog with the other. "Wow. I didn't know Earth food tasted so good. No wonder this planet is still standing." She held out the hotdog to him and smiled. "Want a bite? I promise I don't have cooties."

Trunks just stared at her, dumbfounded. So this is what Gohan meant when he said Renkia acted like a normal person. He just watched her finish the food and drink before dropping the empty cup and wrapper on the grass. "Which one are you?"

"What? Oh, you mean who am I. My name is Fira. My sister will be joining us soon though." She saw Trunks mouth open and stopped him before he could say anything. "Before you ask, I'm here to kill Prince Vegeta and Kakorrot, who goes by Goku now."

"You're a mind reader?"

"Me? Nope. Rankia is though. I'm a little devil to catch but I hope you'll find that out at the tournament." She looked up and smiled when Renkia landed next to her, also with food. "Trunks, please meet my sister, Renkia."

"Hiya."

"You two are weird, you know that?" Trunks wondered why he felt so calm around them but kept everything Goku said in the back of his mind. Don't try to attack them, stop them, or turn Super Saiyan.

"We're weird? You're the one from the future and have purple hair," Renkia said, taking a bite out of her hamburger.

"How did you?"

"I read Gohan's mind. I saw the whole thing. Sad really that a four year old was forced into fighting at such a young age," Renkia said, dropping her trash on the grass as well. "Okay, down to business. Where's Prince Vegeta?"

"Why do you want to know? Just to let you know I'm with Gohan. I'm not going to let you kill my father."

"No, no. We came up with a new idea," Fira said, "but we want to make sure we have the right Prince Vegeta because the Prince Vegeta I know never takes orders from those lower than him."

"I do not take orders from those lower than me," Vegeta said from behind Trunks.

/Oh boy. Please dad, don't do anything that will trigger them into transforming. /

Fira and Renkia smiled when they saw Vegeta walking up behind Trunks. They've never seen him before, but they've heard stories and remember every detail the elders gave them about Prince Vegeta. They didn't move from their spot but tensed up a little and got ready for anything that came at them.

"So you two finally decided to make your presence known. It's about time."

"We wanted to make sure it was really you just like you wanted to make sure it was really us," Renkia said. "You seem a little surprised to see us."

"I am. No has heard from you in hundreds of years we thought you all had withered away and died."

"No, but we came close," Fira said with fire in her eyes. "There are very few left of us but we were the youngest and healthiest to carry out this mission. How did you survive Frezza? Both from Planet Vegeta and Namek?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?"

"Not really," Renkia said. "Now, like I said, lets get back to business because we got an amusement park to go to. We hear there is a little tournament happening soon. An Intergalactic Tournament with the strongest fighters."

"You heard right."

"So here's our idea," Fira said. "Instead of sneaking around and killing you, why not kill you right in person and have some fun too. We will be participating in the tournament as well, but we won't be who we are, and you get to figure out who we are before we kill you. Doesn't that sound like fun?" Fira clapped her hands like a little girl and jumped up and down.

"Why not kill me here and now?" Vegeta said with a smirk. He powered up to Super Saiyan and flew towards Fira but was stopped by a knee in the gut by Renkia. He tried to catch his breath but couldn't when he saw Renkia had transformed into her true self and fell to the ground.

"Father!" Trunks ran to help his dad but were stopped by Fira, who was only half way changed with red eyes and tinted green skin.

"We don't want to fight you, half-breed. We decided to spare you and Gohan but get in our way and we can't promise your safety anymore. You will all enter the tournament and hope that we get to fight and end this once and for all." With that Fira and Renkia took off into the sky just as Piccolo landed.

"Looks like they visited you too," he said, watching as Vegeta stood up. "Come on. Goku wants us all at that old mans house." Without another word he flew off with Vegeta and Trunks right behind him. Just as they flew off, Bulma walked outside in a better mood but when she saw the trash on her lawn she lost it and went inside to call Chichi.

"So they're really they strong?" Krillin asked, sitting on the couch at Master Rochi's. Everyone was there and they just got done listening to Goku, Piccolo, and Trunks information on the two Dragyan sisters. "So what are we going to do?"

"Well, lets look at the basics," Yamcha said, standing up. "One, they're sweet and innocent one minute and killers the next. Two, it seems their transformation is only triggered when someone attacks them. Three, they have major split personality problems. So there's only one thing to do in a situation like this."

"That is?" Gohan asked.

"Send in Tien."

"WHAT?!" Tien stood up and glared at Yamcha. "What are you talking about?"

"Think about it man, you're the only one here that knows how to deal with a girl that has a split personality problem. Living with Lunch should give you plenty of experience."

"What we should do is enter the tournament like they want us too," Trunks said, hoping to get everyone back on track. "The only problem is they said they won't be who they really are?"

"Now what does that mean?" Krillin asked.

"They can change their appearance by stealing others appearance," Gohan said. Everyone looked at him in confusion. "When Renkia was looking into my head, I was able to look into hers and I saw her and Fira changing to human just by laying a hand on someone's shoulder and they took their appearance."

"That's great," Krillin said. "How will we know it's them?"

"Their ki," Tien said. "Its unbalance and I doubt they know it. We should focus on that instead of appearance."

"Well, I'm game," Yamcha said. "Krillin?"

"What the hell. I lived a good life."

"Then it's settled," Goku said. "We're all going to train, enter the tournament, and put an end to this little game of theirs once and for all."