Chapter 5

Trista stayed in her room for five days. Not really knowing the problem, she chalked it up to being taken to a different universe. I still think this is a dream! How else to explain the weird clothes, the weirder people, and friggin' glowing kids! She groaned and went back to sleep.

Bulma woke her up hours later.

"Hey, you going to eat?"

At the thought of food, Trista gagged. Literally. Bulma snatched a trash can from beside the dresser and stuck it under her head. Nothing came out.

"Just give her a bean," someone said.

"No beans," Trista squeezed her eyes shut. "They make you fart!"

She heard somebody smother a laugh, but didn't look up.

"Do you know what made you so ill?"

Trista shook her head.

"Ate something?"

Shake.

"Drunk something?"

Shake.

"Well I'm out of ideas!"

She heard someone snort. "That's not a surprise."

She heard Goku gasp. "Hey!"

"Would you all leave me alone!" Trista said weakly.

She heard Goku ask Vegeta if he wanted to spar. God! What's with him and fighting! I thought Bulma said he was nice! Why does he want to beat on his friends!

Trista groaned.

She was finally able to get out of bed. Five days of feeling like crap, feelings of nausea, and an upset stomach were not her idea of a good vacation. Cause that's what she was gonna treat this as. A long, weird vacation. With phenomenally sexy guys. Even if it ended up being all in her mind! God! If only her sister could see this! She would never believe me!

Ugh! Trista looked at her stringy hair, and quickly went to take a bath. She sure didn't wanna smell funky around the others!

Walking into the kitchen, she stopped. And stared. Goku stood with his back to her. His bare back. She felt herself get hot. Dude! Put a shirt on before someone has a heart attack!

She cleared her throat. Goku turned. Oh Dear God! He was even better from the front!

Trista stared at him for a moment, then went around him to make herself a plate.

"I see you're feeling better!" He said from behind her.

"mmm." She didn't turn.

"That's great!"

How the heck does he sound happy all the time! Is he high!?

She peaked over at him from the corner of her eye. He didn't look high.

Trista quickly sat at the table, trying her darnedest not to stare at the man two feet from her. He sat beside her. Damn! She tried to concentrate on her food. The man's a figment of your imagination! Cool it! Trista peeked at him again. If he's a figment of my imagination, I need to daydream some more! She quickly forked some eggs in her mouth.

"So, are you married?"

Trista almost choked on her food. Is he coming on to me! She glanced at him. He had an innocent, curious expression on his face. Okay, no. She was surprised she felt disappointment.

"Um...no."

She saw a smile light up his face and quickly looked back down at her food.

"I was, but we're divorced now. Too many rifts between us, and we were always fighting."

She took a peek at his arms. Gulp! She suddenly felt sorry for the woman. She really hoped he didn't mean fighting like he does with his friends! He could seriously hurt someone!

"You said fighting? Um..."

"Arguing."

"Oh."

They sat there for a moment in silence. Awkward! She jumped up, cleaning her plate in the sink, before steeling herself and turning around. He was still sitting at the table. Trista sighed with relief, right before he stood up. She watched as his muscles bunched. Oh Sweet Lord! He took a step toward her. Her eyes widened.

"What?" he asked curiously.

"Nothing," Trista squeaked. Remember, he wants to fight with you. He's been a jerk!

"Why does everyone wanna fight me so bad!?" She blurted out. Goku looked at her in surprise.

"It's just training."

Training!? Training for what?

"Um...training for what?" Trista asked slowly.

"Oh you know! To keep the bad guys away! Save the earth! Training!"

Trista blinked. Great! I'm attracted to a nut case! Story of my life!

She stared at him as he moved towards her. She quickly stepped to the side. Goku stopped at the sink, putting his own dish in it. You idiot! Like someone that hot would be attracted to you! Trista felt her face heat. She mumbled a quick goodbye and scurried out of there. No use in embarrassing myself further.