I giggled as I sped through the air towards the massive office building. My simple shorts and tank top fluttered against my body. I stopped as the Capsule Corp office came into view, ascending until I was at the top floor. I quickly counted out the windows to find which one I needed before flying towards it and pulling it open.
"Pssst," I whispered. Trunks turned to me, his eyes alight with joy. I pressed my finger to my lips to hush him, glancing towards his secretary as she droned on about his schedule. He nodded and dropped to the floor, crawling quickly and quietly towards me. I backed up, allowing him to climb out, giggling as we both sped off.
"Whew, you're a life savor," he said, loosening his tie and moving over to kiss me.
"I figured you could stand to get away from being Mr. President," I told him.
"You have no idea," he grumbled. "How my schedules get's to be so ridiculous." Both of us stopped as we sensed a familiar Ki signature, looking over to find Daddy floating there, smirking at us.
"We're in trouble," I said.
"Yup," Trunks agreed. Daddy chuckled, his arms crossed over his chest.
"Children," he said. "There's the easy way and then there's the fun way." We both looked at each other then back at him.
He grinned and flew over, snatching us both up by the backs of our shirts like he had done when we were little and misbehaving.
"You're coming with me," he told us, flying off towards the house.
"Yup," I said. "We're in trouble."
"Can't we get drunk first?" Trunks asked.
"No," Vegeta replied.
"Can't you hold our hands?" I huffed. "We're not naughty kids anymore, Daddy."
"You're still naughty kids to me," he snorted.
We landed at the house, where Vegeta let us go as he stood in front of us, his arms crossed.
"Kakkarot is going into space to track down the seven star dragon balls," he explained.
"What does that have to do with us?" I asked.
"You're going with him," Daddy informed us. Trunks and I looked at each other before we burst out laughing.
"Yeah, no," I said.
"Good one, Dad," Trunks said. We both turned and sat on the steps, giggling. We felt our shirts grabbed again and suddenly found ourselves being dragged down the hall.
"Oh come on!" I huffed.
"Why do we have to go with him?" Trunks asked.
"This is not cool!" I complained.
"Give it a rest!" Daddy snapped. "Both of you have begun to grow unbearably soft in these times of peace. With Kakkorot there, you'll find trouble in no time."
"I have a date tonight," I tried. It wasn't exactly a lie. Trunks and I had planned a date later.
"You and Trunks can have your date by starlight then," Daddy said.
"Damn," I swore. I should have known that wouldn't work.
"What about me?" Trunks asked. "I am the president of Capsul Corp."
"Then consider this a hostile take over," Daddy growled.
"Mom is not going to let us go blasting off into space," I reminded him.
"It was all her idea," he replied with a chuckle.
"What? No way!" I cried, squirming in his grip.
He deposited us at the launch bay, our bags already packed. Trunks groaned as he looked at the massive ship.
"This was not the kind of vacation I was imagining," he complained.
"Tell me about it," I said. I felt arms come around my waist and looked down to see Bulla hugging me.
"Take lots of pictures for me!" she said with a smile. I patted her head and gave her what I hope was a cheerful look.
"Yeah, sure," I said.
"And Daddy said not to make him grand-babies in space," she relayed.
"What?!" Trunks and I both cried, looking over at Daddy who was smirking at us.
"Not funny, Dad!" I said.
Despite the fact that I referred to Vegeta and Bulma as my parents and Bulla as my sister, I was well aware I wasn't their blood child. Vegeta had taken me from my parents when I was small, and while I don't remember much, I know it was for the best. I still remembered clinging to him, my entire body wracked with pain as he flew to his home. I had asked him where we were going, scared about this muscular man who had broken down the front door, barged into the house, picked me up and left without a word. He had told me we were going to my new home and that I should try to sleep.
I had and when I awoke, I was in a room with white walls and hospital equipment, hooked up to machinery, one arm in a cast, bandages around my ribs and head and an I.V in my arm. Vegeta was there, standing at the bottom of my bed with a little boy in his arms who had purple hair and blue eyes. He was talking to the boy and I strained to hear. He was telling him my name and age.
"She's going to be living with us from now on," Vegeta told Trunks. "I'm charging you with protecting her." Trunks stared at me with wide eyes, his mouth open slightly almost as if he was in awe of me.
"I will, Dad," he said. "And one day, she'll be my bride." Vegeta smirked.
"If she wants to, sure," he said, before setting his son down on the ground.
I looked over at Trunks now as he climbed into the ship behind Goku. My eyes moved to Daddy who stood on the balcony with Bulla having just joined him. I shook my head, waving to him and followed Trunks. I sat in the cockpit, waiting for Mama to tell us we were clear to launch, my eyes falling to the window. An entire year away from earth, from work, from distractions. Maybe Daddy was right to be worried. I chuckled and gave him and Mama another wave out the window as we hit the launch button, watching as they became smaller and smaller before they were completely out of sight.
DHMB: So, I do have some more from this story line. One more chapter, well...one if FF co-operates! I thought of redoing the whole GT saga with my nameless OC, since let's face it, Pan was fucking annoying and we all wanted to shoot her in the face.
And Yes, the OC's name is never mentioned. It took some tricky wording to sneak it in there, but yeah. She's never named or described. Why? Let's face it, regardless of any description I could put, we all put ourselves in the OC's place. This just allows you to do it easier. I do that with most of my stories where an OC is involved.