Wishes from the Heart – Chapter 4
Trista helped Bulma carry the vast amount of bags into the house. Bulma had quickly snatched up a couple bags before Trista could, which was puzzling, and ran into the house. Maybe it's lingerie and she didn't want me seeing it! She giggled a little, and plopped the bags on the floor in the living room. She glanced around, not real sure what to do now. She could here someone messing around in the kitchen. She made her way over. The man Bulma called Goku stood in front of the fridge, a stack of sandwiches in one hand, while the other was rummaging around on the shelves. Trista glanced at her watch. We've only been gone two hours!How much does this guy eat! Silently glad she didn't have to stock his house, she went to turn away.
"Hey...Trista? Isn't it."
She turned back around. The man had a sandwich halfway stuck in his mouth. She fought the urge to gag. She rubbed her throat.
"Um...yeah." She watched him smile at her. Man he's hot! But he eats like there's no tomorrow! How does he stay so fit? She mentally slapped her head. Duh! Fighting!
"So..." He took another big bite of his sandwich. Feeling a little nauseous, she took a step back. He didn't notice. "How was your shopping trip?"
"That good, huh!?" he said, laughing at her expression.
She shrugged, looking towards the door. Bulma where are you?
Goku set the tray of sandwiches on the table, then sat down.
"You're not going to eat all those are you?" Trista blurted out. Her face heated when Goku looked at her in surprise.
"Why? You want one?"
"One?" Trista said faintly.
"Oh, yeah I forgot," Goku said mostly to himself. He met her gaze. "Okay, you can have five, but that's it!"
Trista stared at him for a moment, then turned and left the kitchen. Goku shot a confused look at the door.
"Was it something I said!?"
Trista was walking around the grounds of Capsule Corporation when she ran into a small boy. Literally! He practically fell out of the sky!
"I'm sorry!" she said quickly as she looked up, expecting to see the little boy on the ground also. He was standing, arms at his sides, giving her a curious look.
He held out his hand, and she assumed he wanted to shake hands. Even though she was on the ground, but whatever! She grabbed his hand, then let out a shriek. He just snatched me up like I was a pillow! Trista quickly let go, taking a step back. The people around here are freaky!
"Are you the lady Bulma was talking about?" the little boy asked quietly.
"Uh...I guess," Trista eyed him warily, rubbing her hand. What if he attacks me! Wouldn't that be something! Beaten up by a kid!
"Whats your name?" She lifted one foot up, ready to bolt. He didn't notice. Thank God!
"My names Gohan." The boy "Gohan" said this with a grunt, "you wanna train?" and right before her eyes, started glowing. Holy Hell!
She ran.
Bulma looked up as Trista came screeching around the corner. Uh...Oh! She quickly intercepted her path. Trista knocked her down, arms flailing, before finally scrambling to their feet.
"I...boy...weird!"
"Hold on Trista. What's the matter?"
"Hey Bulma."
Trista screamed again, running past Bulma into the house. Her gaze went back to Gohan.
"What happened?"
The boy looked confused. "I don't know. I accidentally knocked her down when I landed..."
"Did she see you land!?"
"No, and I helped her up, then I asked her if she wanted to train!"
He looked innocently at Bulma.
"You didn't power up in front of her did you?" Bulma asked warily.
"Well...yeah."
Bulma groaned. "Gohan!..."
"I didn't mean to scare her! Honest!"
"I know. It's just that she's not from our world, and everything is new and different for her, Okay?"
She waited for the little saiyan to nod. "Just don't do it again!"
Bulma went in search of Trista.
Bulma found the terrified girl in her room, hiding in the back of the closet. She fought the urge to giggle. It's new to her! She doesn't know! Bulma opened the closet door, and heard a squeak.
"It's just me, Trista." She moved back as the woman scrambled out. Trista's eyes darted from side to side.
"He's not waiting to kill me, is he?"
Bulma couldn't help it. She burst out laughing!
"Hey! It's not funny. He started glowing and asked if I wanted to fight him! Just like that guy this morning, Goku!"
Bulma held her breath, trying to dispel the giggles, but she sputtered, falling forward and resting her hand on the wall.
"Oh, man! You should have seen your face! Oh!" she paused, another laugh escaping.
Trista pouted, jumping a second later when the rude man walked in.
"What's all this noise about!?" He glared at her! God! He's an asshole too!
"Don't look at me!" Trista said, pointing to Bulma, "She's the one laughing!"
Vegeta glared at Bulma.
"Oh, Get over yourself! Go smirk in the mirror or something!"
Trista snorted, quickly covering a laugh. Vegeta glared at her again before stomping out.
"Trista, you don't have to worry about anyone harming you. You're safe here."
She gave her a doubtful look. "Alright."
"You wanna come with me to my lab? There's no one down there glowing, I promise!"
Trista ignored the barb. "Okay."
Bulma left Trista in her lab, looking over graphs and prototypes. She quickly went in search of Goku and Vegeta. Not surprisingly, she found them in the gravity room. Waiting for the five minutes to be up, she thought about what she would say.
Minutes later the pod beeped, a whoosh of air escaping as the door lowered. Goku and Vegeta walked out.
"Hey Bulma!"
"Hi Goku. Hey, listen. I need to talk to the both of you."
"What," Vegeta demanded.
"Not here numb skull!"
"You better watch what you say-"
"Oh, Can it Vegeta!"
She waved them towards the front of the house, away from the gravity room and her lab.
"Now Listen! You need to watch your power around Trista. It frightens her. She's not used to-"
"Wait a minute! How is she scared of it. We haven't shown her any power!"
"Gohan."
Vegeta barked with laughter. "She was scared of a little boy!?"
"She didn't understand why he was glowing Vegeta! She doesn't understand any of this so just keep it under wraps for now, please!"
Goku nodded. Vegeta grunted.
Satisfied, she made her way back to her lab, hoping nothing else will terrify the woman.