The War of Worlds

By B_Chan

Chapter11: One potato, two potato/ Accidents Do Happen- Part 1

Bra led the DB teens off to a private locker room where stretch suits were waiting. She claimed that all recruits who made it in would be given their own designer wardrobe that she’d had her hand in; she’d already fixed them up since she was sure none of them would fail. Pan was pulling the skintight suit on when Bra, Almuerzo, and Marron came around the corner to wait of her. She noticed right away the difference in each of their outfits.

The material was the same that Bra’s father, Vegeta, had brought with him to earth. That incredible tough, stretchy, one size fits all, show every contour of your body spandex like stuff Vegeta was always in. It was so light she almost felt nude and if that weren’t bad enough it was tight enough to leave nothing to the imagination. It was hard to believe that the ultra thin material was the strongest clothe on the planet and could even resist damaged from small ki blasts. It was a wise choice for people of her strength to train in, but she just wished it didn’t show off her three sizes so well. Of course, she felt a bit more covered after looking at Bra’s suit of choice. The bold demi-saiyan female was decked in a sleeveless leotard with a zipper from navel to neck up the front. Bra left the zipper only halfway up, display a fair amount of cleavage.

Pan shook her head; she wouldn’t be surprised if some day Bra just walked out of her house with nothing but her underwear on. The girl really showed too much chest and leg to have any modesty.

She smoothed down her own black suit that covered her from neck to ankles leaving only her shoulders and arms bare. Far more modest even if it was skintight. Marron was dressed similar to her only the bottom of her suit was cut off like a pair of bicycle shorts. She didn’t seem to mind that the suit displayed her ample curves and clung like a second skin; of course, Marron had a nicer body to show-off so maybe she doesn’t mind as much thought Pan. She glanced down on her bust-line then over to Marron’s and back to her own. A small frown appeared on her lips as she crossed her arms over her slight curves. Almuerzo’s was a two-piece: sports bra shaped top and stretch pants like bottoms. Almuerzo, while taller then most men, pulled off the bare midriff look well rather well, her curves were sharper then most women managing to fill out her tall frame perfectly. Pan gave a mental sigh feeling usually plain standing next to them, not to mention short and young.

She made a fist and lifted her chin stubbornly. But, I’m stronger then Marron and Almuerzo! And, if I could get my hands on Bra during a fight I could easily defeat her too, she’s faster, but I’m stronger now! That’s what’s important here, I maybe young, short, and a little underdeveloped, but say it to my face and you’ll be sorry! She bowed her head and giggled evilly to herself a light spiky aura licking up her form. Even Bra sweat dropped and took a step back from her.

"Yoshi! Let’s go!" called Pan marching determinedly towards the door.

After giving each other wide-eyed looks Bra, Marron, and Almuerzo followed after her.

They entered a large gym where several other groups were taking their physical tests. Krillin was talking to Vegeta in one corner; the human was decked out in a gray with white trim military uniform like a guy version of the one she’d seen Bra in on the ad poster- showing him as one of the instructors. While, the saiyan was clothed like herself in a form fitting black training suit along with his white gloves and boots. Behind them was the guy part of their group: Base, Trunks, and Goten all dressed in black the same cut as her own except Goten’s was a square neck and Base’s a V.

In another corner she spotted Tien working a group of sweaty teens into the ground, he had a very unfriendly look to him that sent shivers down Pan’s spine. She’d never seen the triclop train or fight seriously, he was actually a pretty easy-going nice guy at least he usually was. Pan had the feeling that if she tried to start a causal conversation with him right now he’d tell her to drop and give her fifty or something.

Almuerzo gave her father a small smile which soften his face for a moment before one student collapsed in a pile of arms and legs drawing his attention back to his work. In an emotionless tone he told the boy to get up to start over again.

Pan frowned softly looking at the triclop, her eyes widening suddenly as something odd struck her. By all rights Tien should be older then her grandpa, but he looked to be in his early thirties.

She looked back at Krillin with his gray hair and smile lines around the corners of his eyes and mouth and couldn’t help but stare. Her head swung back and forth between the two men in disbelief. She couldn’t believe it Krillin was the younger and yet he looked twice as old.

"No way…" she uttered rubbing her eyes then checking again to see if she’d some how gotten it wrong.

"Hello," called Marron waving her hand in front of Pan’s wide eyes. "Are you still in here? What’s wrong with you?"

Pan raised up a finger and pointed at the triclop. "Look."

"Huh?" hummed Marron tilting her head to the side a bit and looking at Tien. "Yah, so?"

"Look at him Marron, he’s got to be what eighty? Ninety? A hundred?! He sure doesn’t look it!"

"Oh," said Marron thoughtfully studying the tall fighter. She shrugged her shoulders. "Well your dad still looks twenty even though he’s in his late forties what’s the big deal?"

"Big deal?! My dad’s got an excuse he’s half alien!" she shouted. Pan paled and slapped a hand over he mouth, but alas she was too late. Everyone in the gym was now staring at her with wide eyes.

"Er-I mean- well..." stammered Pan face heating to a burn. Throwing back her head she laughed nervously, mentally calling herself an idiot for shouting out her dad’s big secret in the middle of a populated area.

Lucky for her a tall dark skinned man with a black Mohawk choice that moment to walk into the gym, which caused a very happy blue haired demi-saiyan to go hysterical.

"UUB-KUN!"

Everyone’s eyes left her to watch the now winded dark tanned man go sliding across the floor on his back, a laughing blue haired woman on top of him.

"Bu-bra!" he choked once they came to a stop. He managed to sit up a bit before Bra glumped him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and cooing for all she was worth just like the love dove she appeared to be.

"Oh, Uub-kun! It’s been soooo long, too long! Why I think it’s been years, it has to have been years, it sure feels like it. I’ve missed you, missed you soooo much! You look great, been training I can see. You’re shoulder feel firmer, more muscular and I think your chest is deeper too." She paused for a moment to hug him tighter experimentally, which caused her lush curves to press and mold against his hard body. Uub’s eyes widened and a blush started to creep up his face. Bra didn’t seem to notice, or choose not to; instead she launched right back into talking a mile a minute. "Oh for sure, you’re harder all over!" Uub’s face blazed red. "Kami I love men with broad shoulders, you’re going to look soooo good in a uniform: so respectful, so brave, and so handsome. Oh, It makes me just want to melt thinking about it!"

"A-hem!" coughed Krillin loudly causing the two to snap their heads up to look at the ex-monk.

Uub couldn’t have turned any redder if he tried; of course, it didn’t help that Bra’s killer papa was looming over Krillin’s shoulder glaring down his nose at them. Bra on the other hand didn’t seem to think there was anything wrong with her jumping someone in the middle of a gym, especially when it was Uub. She just smiled innocently and said in too meek- specially since she was sitting on Uub’s lap at the moment- voice. "Hai, Krillin-san?"

"Well, you two seem to… know each other," said Krillin with as neutral a tone as he could muster at the moment, he was a little flushed in the face himself from Bra’s little display. "But, I suggest you both get up so we can begin."

"Hai," coursed the two getting to their feet, though once they were up Bra latched back onto Uub’s arm and sighed blissfully. She was aware enough of her surrounds to notice her papa sending killer looks at her guy and that Uub was try to unsuccessfully disappear.

"Papa, you remember Uub-kun, the boy Goku-san trained?" she smiled leaning her head on Uub’s shoulder.

Vegeta turned off his protective father instincts a moment to really study the boy his daughter planned to take for a mate. His eyes narrowed as he scrutinized. "Indeed," he spoke finally. No one could tell if Vegeta like what he saw or not. The saiyan prince moved to walk past the couple and paused for a moment next to the demi-majin’s side. "We’ll see just what you’re made of soon enough," he said before walking out of the room.

"Oh! I think he like you!" cooed Bra hugging tighter to him. Uub gave her a look that seemed to say ‘you’ve got to be kidding he’d going to kill me’.

"Well, now that that’s over," said Krillin breaking up the silent that had developed. "Let’s get started shall we." He looked down at a sheet held on a clipboard. "This says a 100 push ups, but I don’t suppose I can use the normal requirements for you people, now can I?" With a sigh and a shrug he ripped the sheet off, crumpled it, and tossed it over his shoulder. "1,000 one handed handstand push-ups."

Goten and Trunks face faulted.

"Isn’t that a little extreme Krillin?" asked Trunks from the floor.

"Nani?" asked Krillin a dark gleam in his eye.

Goten and Trunks paled and in unison shouted. "No sir, right away sir." The next instant they were in one-handed handstands counting away. The rest of the room stared with jaws to the floor as they effortlessly preformed something they couldn’t even do once.

Pan could hear people whispering awed praises and questions. She picked up a lot of ‘Golden warriors’, ‘he’s joking right’, and ‘that’s impossible’. The chatter went on for several moments before the Tien called out in a strict voice for his students to quit gawking and get back to work, which brought the other instructors in the room out of their stupor and back to their assigned jobs.

"Well, better hurry up and get started," said Marron smoothly bending into a handstand and starting her own count.

Bra slyly grinned and slap Uub on the rear, making the majin’s eyes pop, before she jumped into a summersault and landed in a handstand. Tucking one arm behind her back she began as well. After a moment Uub joined in, as well as Base and Almuerzo, and a line of softly counting bobbing teens formed. Other wanna-be recruits snuck disbelieving looks at their group when their instructors’ backs were turned.

"Well Miss Son?" called a voice snapping Pan out of her own staring stupor.

Pan turned and looked at Krillin as the ex-monk crossed his arms over his chest and stared at her.

"Er… we really don’t have to do 1,000 do we Krillin?" she asked. "I hate those things."

Krillin gave her a look that made her wish for Tien as their instructor and she ran to the end of the line and got into a one handed handstand. Soon she was quietly counting away with the rest of them.

When she finally got to 500 she decided her arm was tired enough and switched to the other one only to nearly fall on her face in shock when Krillin’s voice called out right next to her. "And, what do you think you’re doing Miss Son?"

"Huh?" she said twisting her head to look up at him.

"Is something wrong with your other arm?" he asked, Pan had never know the short ex-monk to look so scary.

"It’s a little tired," squeaked Pan.

"A little? Perhaps you’re not qualified for this after all?" he said widening his stance and glaring down at her. "Do you want to quit now and stop wasting my time?"

"No sir," she squeaked.

"Then do it right and for not following instructions correctly you can do an extra 100 more," he barked. "While you’re under my eye, you kids aren’t going to do so much as blink with my say so, you got it?"

"Yes, sir," cried Pan switching back to her other arm and pushing away with more energy and speed then she’d been using before.

Off to her side, when Krillin’s back was turned, Trunks gave Goten a sly smirk and quickly tagged Goten on the thigh with his foot nearly causing raven-haired demi-saiyan to fall on his face. When Goten recovered and glanced back at Trunks the lavender haired teen was softly whistling and failing utterly to look innocent.

Goten growled softly at him and swatted back with his own foot tagging Trunks hard on the thigh and nearly causing him to crash into Bra who was next in line to him.

Krillin turned around and glared in their direction, but both demi-saiyans were dutifully counting away and looking everywhere but each other. Once Krillin turned his back again however…

Pow!

Thump!

Crack!

Slap!

Krillin turned back again thinking he heard something, both demi-saiyan boys were still counting, but now Trunks had a bruise forming on his shoulder and Goten had a red hand print on his cheek. The ex-monk blinked his eyes in confusion wondering when that had happened. Shrugging he turned back around and glanced at the large clock hanging on the wall over the doorway.

"Trunksss…."hissed Goten low under his breath before rocking over to the side and allowing his full body weight to collide with Trunks.

Trunks’ eyes widened as he was pushed over by the unexpected move, he tried to regain his balance and lean back towards Goten, but the damage was done. Trunks bumped into the Bra who lost her balance and thumped into Uub who crashed into Marron who tilted over into Almuerzo who flopped into Base. Base stubbornly supported the combined weight of the leaning teens for five whole seconds before his face turned purple with strain and he rocketed over into Pan who let out a cry and toppled right over.

"Huh?" uttered Krillin turning around. He saw three demi-saiyans, two humans, and one namek all with their eyes glued on the floor below them working their arm like it was the only important thing in the world, while one quarter saiyan girl slowly pulled herself out of a tangled heap and rubbed her head.

"Etai," whined Pan, wincing since she’d landed on her head with the fall.

"Miss Son Pan!"

Pan turned with wide eyes, all the blood drained out her of her face as Krillin towered over her with a cold look on his face.

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"I’m going to get you Trunks, Goten…." Grumbled Pan. He was seated on an over turned metal pail peeling mounds of potatoes of all things! Her punishment for goofing off.

She wickedly started imagining she was using that dull knife in her hands to skin the two and not a pile of dirty potatoes.

"Revenge…." He muttered to the potatoes.

* * * * * * * * * * *

When Pan caught up to her group, they were starting an obstacle course. The course was covered in barbwire, mud, tires, ropes, and other hazards. She watched as the group before theirs ran through it tripping, falling, rolling, and getting tangled in things. When someone stepped in the wrong place the laser tag plats that were strapped to them would flash and count up how many times they were shot, blown up, or killed in various ways. Few made it thought the course without being killed three times let alone once.

"Piece of cake," smiled Pan crossing her arms as she strapped on her plates with the rest of her group. She glanced at Trunks and Goten and made a mental note to push them into a mine.

Krillin stepped up and ran an eye over their group shaking his head as if he didn’t like what he saw. He cleared his throat and called out.

"All other recruits grab a laser rifle and line up!"

"Huh?!" uttered the Z teens.

"Wait a minute Krillin-san," dared Bra. "What’s going on?"

"I have to make this more challenging for you kids, so I’m going to have the other recruits shoot at you while you run the course."

"No way," groaned Bra, several more groans issued from their group while the other wanna-be recruits grinned and snatched rifles to line up along the course’s edges, eager to do a little target practice.

"Something the matter Miss Briefs?" question Krillin narrowing his eyes at Bra who for once reacted by taking a step back and widening her eyes. "You maybe Vegeta-san’s daughter, but that doesn’t mean you get special treatment."

"You call that special treatment?!" shouted Bra pointing at the widely grinning people all lined up and down the course.

"Oh? If you find the tests too challenging Miss Briefs by all means, please, feel free to quit now," said Krillin in a bored tone.

Bra’s mouth dropped open in disbelief, it was several moments before she snapped it up and grumbling marched over to her place in line.

"All right, ready-!"

The Z teens crouched down as if starting a track race, the other recruits lifted their weapons.

"On your mark-!

The Z teens rose up on their hind legs, hands pressed to the ground, the other recruits took aim.

"Get set, Go!"

The other recruits fired wildly, the Z teens were simple gone. May recruits lowered their weapons and looked around in bewilderment. Finally they started to see blurred images briefly appear here and there along the track.

"No way…" uttered one would be recruit in disbelief.

Pan dodged the red lines that criss crossed her vision, her thankfully heightened saiyan eyesight was able to detect the red beams of light that would have been near impossible for a human. She glanced at Marron and Almuerzo as they blurred along the course wondering just how those two were managed to dodge the lasers so well. Almuerzo’s third eye for all she knew gave her some kind of enhanced vision, perhaps that was how the tall blonde was effortlessly dodging the beams? Marron was in second after Bra she noted that few red lines crossed her (Marron) path, perhaps no one thought them that far ahead yet, still she had to wonder about the human girl sometimes. As Pan scanned while running the course she spotted her unsuspecting prey up in the front by Bra and Marron. Scooping up a handful of pebbles she waited for just the right moment and threw. Unfortunately her aim was off a bit from having to dodge a last minute laser beam. She watched in horror as the whole thing went horribly wrong.

A large speeding stone clipped the unsuspecting Bra on the ankle and with a screech she slipped off the oiled rope she’d been jogging over and fell head-first into a pit of muck. She popped back up with a look of shock and disbelief on her pretty mud covered face, her moment of pause caused everyone around the course to suddenly spot her and she began to ring like a telephone with the number of hits she was getting. Not only were the recruits scoring tons of hits on her, but many of them had dropped their rifles to roll on the ground laughing.

Bra’s blue eyes burned red in rage. "So you think that’s funny do you?!" she roared getting up she began to stalk toward the closest group of riflemen a murderous look on her face.

Some laughed harder as she approached others through taunts, some dropped their guns and doubled over with tears streaming down their faces; they all stopped laughing when Bra’s hair turned gold, her eyes teal.

"Kisama!" cursed Bra looking so hauntingly like her father some wet themselves in fear.

With a roar she tore into them, tossing recruits left and right and shouting ‘who’s laughing now?!’

The other Z teens stopped to watch, some wincing and twitching went Bra did something particularly nasty to the weak humans. Krillin ran over to try and get the enraged demi-saiyan under control. Pan sank to her knee, cupped her face, and groaned.

"What have I done…?" she asked out loud.

"It was several more minutes before Krillin came back to their group looking ruffled and pulling a mud slicked Bra after him by the arm.

"Bra I’m sorry I wasn’t aiming for you-," started Pan trying to apologize.

"It was you?!" hissed Bra venomously. "Why you-!" he started towards Pan with out stretched arms, hands tensed like claws- Bra had some pretty long nails, that she did.

"Miss Briefs!" shouted Krilling yanking her back next to him.

Bra ‘eeped’ and nervously looked back at the none-too pleased looking ex-monk momentarily forgetting Pan.

* * * * * * * * * * *

After hosing herself off Bra sat on an overturned pail and slashed slices off a potatoes that’d been much bigger before she’d been assigned to take her rage out on it and its brethren.

"I’m going to get her!" she shouted to the dark empty room she sat in.

* * * * * * * * * * *

When Bra finished her spud peeling she found her group waiting for her at a large field. Several barrels, trees, fences, and other natural land features dotted the grounds. Bra narrowed her eyes as she noted small splashes of neon colored paint speckled all over the field.

"I’m soooo going to win," smiled Almuerzo happily petting some odd shaped rifle she held.

"Huh?" wondered Bra out loud as Trunks spotted her and tossed her one of the odd things. "What’s this? What are we doing now?"

Goten popped up next to her with a grin and green camo streaks painted over his cheekbones. "Paint ball."

Bra blinked her eyes at the gun and turned to Pan and Marron. "Do you guys know how to use these things?"

Both girls shrugged. "None of use do except Almuerzo really," said Marron.

Bra pointed over her shoulder at Goten who seemed excited by their next test. "He seems to know what he’s doing."

"He’s a guy, they all like shooting things even if they can’t hit the broad side of a barn," said Pan with a shrug. As if to prove Pan’s point Goten somehow managed to shoot himself in the forehead. The group of girls sweat drop.

"Well, I certainly feel safer doing this test then the last, that’s for sure. The only real threat’s Almuerzo, the rest of us are more likely to kill ourselves," said Bra with a shrug.

"I don’t see why we’re doing this," stated Pan. "I mean even if we used real guns all it would do is leave welts on us at the most, we’re too strong to be killed with such things."

"Human guns maybe, but who knows just what kind of ammo we’ll be up against when facing the enemy, best to be prepared," said Marron.

To their side Trunks fumbled and dropped his rifle when Goten slapped him hard on the back. The gun fired-

"Ow! My eye!"

The girls sweat dropped again as the lavender-haired demi-saiyan titling his head back palm press to his right eye where yellow paint oozed down.

"Marron…. If the enemy does have weapons like that… All they have to do is leave them in the open somewhere for us to find and we’ll do them the favor of killing each other in our stupidity," said Bra her eyebrow twitching as she watched her brother.

The other two girls numbly nodded their heads.

Trunks and Goten weren’t the only one’s with confused looks on their faces. Base and Uub were turning the guns over in their hands as if wondering which end the paint balls came out of.

"I’m not good at fighting like a human," muttered Base under his breath unscrewing the air tank in curiosity. The tank hissed loudly making the namek’s eyes pop in surprise.

"Base you’re letting all the air out of the tank!" called Almuerzo hurrying over she snatched the gun and tank and swiftly screwed them back together. With a sigh she handed it back to the bewildered namek. "One of the main problems in paint ball is running out of air and balls, I usually carry extras for when I run low." She smiled, lifting a hand to lightly run her fingertips over the namek’s cheek as she circled around behind him.

"Hey, now! Wait a minute!" protested Base as she slid her arms under his and gripped his hands.

"You’re holding it wrong," she said softly readjusting his grip. "Like this, gentle, it won’t bit if you’re nice to it." Base’s eyes grew wider still as she pressed up behind him, her lips right next to his pointy ear. Sliding her hands over his she pushed his arms up and closed one eye, taking aim at one of the practice targets set up across from them.

"Woman-!"

"Shh…" she purred letting go with one hand to tilt his face back toward the target. "Keep your eye on the goal, get it in your sites, then brace yourself, and gently squeeze," she squeezed his hands as she said this. The gun discharged and a red paint splatter hit the target in the dead center. Almuerzo tugged on Base’s arms making him point the gun up and leaned over his shoulder to blow softly across the barrel.

"Well done," she purred letting go of him.

Base blinked his eyes stupidly at her retreating form as she strolled away with an extra swing in her hips.

"DAMN IT!!! I am not blushing, I am not!" shouted the namek griping his head, but despite his words his cheeks had turned an interesting shade of purple.

"Maybe she’ll teach him to whistle next," grinned Bra, Base could still be hear raving in the background.

"What?" questioned Pan.

"You know, you know how to whistle don’t you? You just put your lips together and blow," said Bra sensually while demonstrating.

Pan slapped her hand over her eyes and couldn’t help the blush that flashed on her cheeks. "My mistake for asking."

Bra giggled at her reaction, then her face suddenly brightened. Grabbing up her paint ball gun she ran towards Uub. "Uub-kun teach me to shoot!" she shouted, stubbornly ignored Uub’s weak protests that he himself didn’t know how as she pressed her back to his front and made him wrap his arms around her.

Marron shook her head and smiled to herself at Bra’s attempt at a romantic repeat of Almuerzo’s. She glanced over at Base who was crouched down still holding his head between his hands and muttering in a panicked voice that there was something wrong with him.

After a few more minutes of everyone taking practice shots at the targets, plus some more accidental self shootings, Krillin came back to tell them the field had been cleared from its last team.

"Okay listen up you bums! I’m only going to say this once. The object of his game is simple: the last one standing wins. A hit on any, and I do mean any part of your body means you have been killed, you will leave the field as soon as you are shot, is this understood?!" barked Krillin.

"Yes, sir!" called out the Z teens.

"You aren’t going to set any special rules for us?" asked Base. He hesitated as Krillin gave him a cold hard glare and added a ‘sir’.

"No, this is one area your advanced skills won’t do you much good. You’ll have ten minutes to find a starting place when the bell sounds you head out and hunt down your own team mates. It’s as simple as that. Now get moving!"

"I’ve got a bad feeling about this," muttered Base as he headed out with the rest of the Z teens. He found himself a nice shady place and scanned around with his sixth sense for ki reading. Goten and Trunk’s ki signatures shown brightly, the two obviously hadn’t thought to hide them. Pan’s and Marron’s were calmer but still slightly detachable, Bra, Uub, and Almuerzo’s were completely masked, which unnerved him slightly. Bra was always an unpredictable factor, he didn’t knew the demi-majin enough to make a guess about him, and he ‘really’ didn’t want Almuerzo sneaking up on him.

A few minutes later the bell sounded clearly though the grounds and Base tensed looking around to see if anyone was going to pop up around him. Sensing nothing he stepped out of his hiding place and froze as something smacked him in the back the head. Reaching back he felt the spot and then looked at his hand. Green paint…? He turned around to see Almuerzo smiling at him. She gave him a small wave before stalking off.

"Great…" sighed Base. "I didn’t even last ten seconds. How did she sneak up on me like that? I didn’t sense her at all!" Of course, Almuerzo didn’t need to raise her ki to make an attack in this game, but still he should have heard something! With another sigh the namek began walking back to start. "I’m not good at fighting like a human," he muttered under his breath.

He didn’t make it far before he felt another smack his time right between his shoulder blades.

"Hey!" he shouted wheeling around to glare at Goten. "I’m already dead!"

"Oops, well now you’re dead again," smiled Goten sheepishly. He let out a yelp and jumped behind a tree. A shower of color balls rained down from their left, three more hit Base who had no need to hide.

"I’m dead already!" shouted the namek a vein on his forehead was starting to show itself.

Trunks grinned from his perch in a tree. "Well if you’re dead stop hanging around and head toward base, Base. Krillin will bite your head off if you don’t get going." He took aim again at Goten and jumped out of the tree.

"That’s what I was doing!" protested the namek, but Trunks was already gone running after a running Goten yelling ‘come back here’. Five seconds later they ran back the other way, Goten on Trunks’ heels this time yelling the same thing.

Base sighed yet again and began walking.

* * * * * * * * * * *

Bra was hidden in a thick patch of bushes, waiting patiently for someone to walk into her line of vision. She spotted Marron and carefully took aim, hoping she had the blond lined up properly she pulled the trigger. She had Marron lined up just right true, but the gun made a loud puff sound when she fired and Marron used her super speed to easily jump out the way. Bra had to leap out of her hiding place since Marron now knew where she was. Bra noticed right away that there was a ‘big’ problem with this game. They were too fast! By the time the paint balls make it out the barrel the target had heard and had plenty of time to get out of the way. How the hell were they suppose to hit one another when the guns were so slow?!!

Several more volleys were exchanged as the two girls blurred around the clearing. Finally they stop and Marron voiced their thoughts out loud.

"This is impossible, the bullets move in slow motion compared to us!" said the blond in disgust.

"I know," a thoughtful look crossed Bra’s face. She grabbed the plastic paint ball chamber seated on top of the gun and pulled it off. The balls rattled around as she shook a couple out into her hand. Smiling at Marron she rolled one between her finger and thumb then flicked it at Marron.

The pretty blond had time to only gasp in shock as she was struck in the chest hard enough to send her crashing the ground.

"Owww… Bra that’s not fair," said Marron rubbing at her chest and sitting up.

"Krillin didn’t say we had to use the guns, sorry Marron all’s far in love and war!" she called before heading off to look for Pan. She needed to play her back for the earlier humiliation.

The vein was now throbbing on Base’s forehead. "I’m already DEAD!!!!" screamed the namek at poor Pan who almost fell over at the force of the namek’s roar. Poor Base was now speckled from head to toe in multi colors of paint. Uub who’d also appeared and mistaken Base for a target took a step back from the ferrous namek.

"Well you should go to base then, Base," said Uub, making the namek turn his burning gaze on the demi-majin. "Woa, sorry," cried the dark skinned boy waving his arms to try and fend off the killer look Base was giving him.

"You’re mine, demon boy!" shouted Pan jumping over Base’s head and sending a burst Uub’s way, the demi-majin easily side steps the attack. Unfortunately for Base Bra had show up right when Pan had run at his backside.

"No Pan, he’s mine as so are you mine!" shouted the blue haired demi-saiyan as she rapidly flicked off a dozen round paint balls at the quarter saiyan.

Base found himself twitching in rage, face down in the grass with six stinging welts forming on his backside from Bra’s super fast paint bullets. Around him Uub, Bra, and Pan chased around in circles, Bra flicking off more bullets with the other two running around madly trying to dodge.

"Two can play at that!" shouted Pan yanking off her paint ball chamber to pour a few balls into her hand.

The two girls started their own little private war with poor Uub dodging around in between their flying paint balls.

"Ah! Yikes! Woa! Eeee!" said the demi-majin bending into some fascinating shapes to escaping being hit. The girls weren’t interested in him, but he was unlucky enough to be in-between them.

Among all the chaos none of them saw or sensed the blond sneaking up on them till they all felt the impact of a small round ball hitting their bodies.

The jumping around stopped as they all turned to look at a smiling Almuerzo. "I won!" she smiled holding up a Victory sign. "Trunks and Goten ended up shooting themselves and I got Base, Uub, Pan, and Bra!" She stopped to look at the speckled namek glaring up at her. "Oops, looks like I killed you twice. Why didn’t you go back to base, Base?" A cold breeze choose that moment to appear blowing some of Almuerzo’s long blond hair across her nose.

"A-A-achooo!" sneezed the girl, her hair flashed black and her expression changed from triumphant to bewilderment.

"Oh my," said Almuerzo looking at the paint ball gun, she dropped it as if it were a snake. She glanced up at the group gathered before her, her eyes turned too look at Base. "Base-kun what happened to you?"

Base just couldn’t take any more; even a namek with his discipline could only put up with so much. "Almuerzo!!!"

"Eek!" squeaked the girl turning on her heels and running, one enraged namek on her tail. Of course, Almuerzo’s sweet personality couldn’t comprehend why a gentleman like Base would be mad at her, so she took this chase to be well… a chase. A chase though a field of wild flower, how romantic! She began to hum the melody she’d heard in some movie when a couple had done the same thing and her springs took on a skipping quality.

Because she’d slowed due to her skipping Base was almost within range of snagging her when a loud angry voice yelled out.

"Base! What do you think you’re doing?!"

So surprised was the namek that he tripped and fell flat on his face. Spiting out a mouthful of grass, he looked up into Krillin’s displeased feature.

"Base, didn’t I tell you to return when you got hit?" asked the ex-monk crossing his arms. "I don’t suppose you got all those lovely paint marks just heading back here?"

Base’s mouth dropped as he gasped like a fish out of water at the ex-monk. "But- but-" he started to protest.

"No excuses namek!"

Base ‘eeped’ and paled at the cold look the human gave him.

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Base ignored the pail and the dull knife. Instead he sat crossed legged in mid air levitating potatoes up before him. A little trick of the mind and the potato skins just exploded right off the potato.

"I don’t see why I’m here doing ‘this’!" growled the namek. "Wasn’t my fault, stupid human females, stupid Almuerzo. I’m going to get her for this."

He was snapped from his grumbled as the potato that he’d been meaning to peel exploded showering him with raw chunks. With a grunt he mentally swept up its remains and tossed them into the pile of similar potato casualties. The exploded potato pile was a lot bigger the peeled one.

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