Be Careful What You Wish For

Chapter 2

Bulma blinked his tired and red eyes. He must have gotten 2 hours of sleep at the most. He yawned loudly and continued to brush his teeth. If he didn't hurry he was going to be late for work.

Bulma nearly snapped the toothbrush in half. Oh, shit! Bulma looked down at himself. What am I going to do? I can't go to work as a guy! A guy with a tail no less!

He looked at the clock, time was running out. Okay, I'll just have to make something up, I can say that I'm filling in or something. Yah, that should work, I'll just have Bra call in saying I’m sick.

"Man, that sound so pathetic. I'm having my daughter call in to say I'm sick," said Bulma sticking his tongue out at his reflection.

Bulma straightened his tie man were those things are uncomfortable. How does Trunks wear them? He patted his hair and gave a frustrated sigh. He'd tried everything to get it to stay down: moose, gel, hair spray, nothing worked! Bulma ran his finger through his navy black hair, then realized he needed to pee.

Bulma froze as he glanced at the toilet, uh oh. This was not turning out to be a good day.

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An alarm when off and three heads snapped up.

"I'm late!" they all cried, jumping up, and running around like chickens with their heads cut off. They all ran into each other as they all dashed for the bathroom at once.

"DAMN!" they all cursed at once.

"What a minute," they said and all looked at each other.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" asked one Trunks. The other two nodded.

"Yep, you go to work, I'm going on a date with pan," they all said at once.

"What! No you’re not! Ahhhh! Stop saying the same thing as me. Uh, this isn't working!"

They all stopped pulling at their hair at once and stared at each other, another idea coming to them. They all put their hands in a circle.

"Paper, Rock, Scissors!"

All Paper.

"Paper, Rock, Scissors!"

All Scissors.

"Paper, Rock, Scissors!"

All Rocks.

"Ahhhhhh! This isn't working either! Okay one of us has to go to work, and one of us gets to ask Pan out. Oh no, there's an extra me. Damn, why do I have to always talk out loud! I need help!"

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Bra groaned and rolled over, she could hear her brother(s) screaming insanely through the walls, even though they were a couple rooms apart. With a snort she got up and put on her bathrobe. She dragged herself over to her brother's room and opened the door.

"Will you guys shut up, I'm trying to sleep!" she roared into the room.

All three Trunks turned to her with an almost desperate look in their eyes.

A cold sweat ran down Bra's back as she realized it might have been smarter to just stay in bed and try to block out their raving.

"Bra!" they all shouted. "Dear sweat, little sister, I need your help!"

Bra tried to run, she was faster then Trunks, but she was greatly out numbered as they closed in like a pack of wolves and dragged her into their room.

"Bra, you choose. Which one goes to work, which one goes out to see Pan, and what the hell does the last one do?!" they all shouted frantically at her.

Bra rubbed her brow, a headache starting. "First of all, only one of you talk at a time."

The three Trunks were silent a moment. "Okay," they all said. "I'll be quite, you speak," they all said while pointing at the Trunks to their right, which ended up a circle of pointing fingers.

Bra growled in frustration. She closed her eyes and pointed, "You will be the designated speaker." She opened her eyes to see she'd picked the one closest to her.

"Thanks Bra. So what do I do?" asked the chosen Trunks.

Bra scratched her head. "I guess you'll have to take a time schedule. It's the only thing that's fair. One of you will go to work in the morning, another will go see Pan, and the other can go work out in the gravity room. You'll switch parts throughout the day, how does that sound?"

"That should work great," said the chosen Trunks.

"I want to see Pan first," they all said.

Bra sweat dropped. "This is a lot of work."

"Bra!" they all whimpered at her, helpless to make a choice.

"Okay, okay! You," she said pointing at one Trunks, "will go to work in the morning. You will go see Pan," she said pointing at another. "And you will go practice," said Bra pointing at the last one. The middle Trunks smiled widely, the others frowned.

"Any questions?" asked Bra.

"Yes, which one gets to see Pan next?" asked the two remaining Trunks.

The sweat-drop on Bra's head got bigger.

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Flush!

Bulma walked out of the bathroom. "Man, I've got to put a target in that thing," he said and turned to look at Vegeta. The human turned Saiya-jin was still asleep on the bed, the covers only to her waist.

Bulma choked, a blush creeping up his face. Taking a deep breath, he went over to her and pulled them back up. It was almost strange to see Vegeta sleeping in he was always up before she'd ever been. Bulma snorted under his breath, guess Vegeta's built in alarm doesn't work when he's got a new build. Damn, I don't even know how to think what to call him, I mean her is in my head! Bulma dug his fingers into his hair in frustration.

"Forget it, I'll think of "shim" later." He glanced at his watch. "I'm late!" Bulma ran out of the room, leaving behind a dust trail.

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Goten groaned and rolled onto his stomach, he grabbed a pillow and shoved his head under it. His alarm continued to sound despite his wishes for it to stop. With a yip of frustration he flung the pillow at the clock. It fell to the ground and the ringing was slightly muffled by the pillow. Unfortunately for Goten the sun was now right in his eyes and he wished he hadn't thrown his pillow since it would have been nice to hide his head with it.

"Fine! I'll get up!" he shouted angrily to the world and sat up in bed. He stretched out his arms and yawned, shaking his head to try and clear the last of sleep from it. He got up and pulled some clothes out from his drawers and grabbed his bath stuff. He didn't bother to go through the door and down stairs, instead he opened the window and levitated down to the ground. He smiled weakly as he saw that his mother had gotten up and started a fire under the giant barrel the Son family used to have bathes in.

He checked the temperature and smiled more lively, just right. He put down his stuff and began pulling off his PJs, which had stars all over them. Naked he climbed into the barrel and leaned again the rim, baths feel so good in the morning. They always woke him up and left him feeling refreshed. His mom always got up early and made him a hot bath when he had a big test in school, which he did today; a big old math test. Goten turned over and laid his arms on the rim, then rested his head on them. He noticed how bright it was this morning, well that wasn't too surprising considering there were two suns....

"What the!" said Goten looking up. His eyes scanned around and he notice their was four balls of light in the sky, only one of them was the sun, the others were really big lights set up in the trees around the barrel.

"What's going on?" said Goten turning around in the barrel. He paled considerable when his eyes landed on the camera crew and all their equipment, he hadn't noticed it all in his half-asleep state. With an ‘eep’ Goten sank as low as he could in the barrel.

"What are you doing out here?!" shouted Goten. He noticed that it was the school photography club. Why were all these girls obsessed with taking pictures of him?! OH, KAMI! Did they take any pictures of me taking my clothes off!

The girls all giggled, silly-like. "Just go back to washing, Goten-kun! Pretend we're not here!" shouted one raising up her camera and snapping another shot of the red faced Goten.

"No way! Get out of here right now!" shouted Goten. He almost jumped up to chase them off, but thought better of it as he didn't have any clothes on.

The girls all ‘uhh-ed’ and ‘ahh-ed’ as Goten's washboard stomach came into view when he almost jumped out.

Goten sank down to his nose and blew bubbles in the water with frustrating. "Why are you doing this to me," he said into the water.

"Our teacher said to go find a model for our next assignment. We all picked you Goten-kun!" squealed one annoying girl.

"Aren't you suppose to ask!" shouted Goten. He looked around for his towel and freaked when he saw it a couple of yards away on the ground.

Goten continued to yell at the girls, but they were either too dense or too love struck to care, and soon he began to feel pruny from have to sit in the water for so long.

"Um, would you girls mind turning around so I can get out?" asked Goten shyly.

In response all the girls raised up their camera to their eyes. Goten sweat dropped.

"Help," he squeaked. A desperate plan hatched in his head.

"Look, it's my good looking best friend Trunks!" he said pointing his finger towards the trees. The girls kept their cameras fixed on him. "Um.... and he's doing a strip tease." All the girls turn toward the direction Goten had pointed. Wasting no time the demi-Saiya-jin leapt out of the barrel grabbed his towel and ran as fast as his Saiya-jin legs could take him.

Sounds of protest followed him as he raced to this house, opened the door, slammed it, and bolted it. "Kami, that was scary!" he panted. "Ah, man I left my clothes out there!" shouted Goten going over to a window and looking out to see the pack of girls already confiscating them. A few were fighting over a pair of his boxers with little hearts all over them. Goten pulled away from the window as several girls appeared in front of it snapping pictures, he nearly fell on his butt in shock.

"Ahhh! Go away!" he shouted running up the stair and to his room. He slammed the door and leaned against it panting hard.

"Man, what's wrong with them?" said Goten going over to his closet to get another pair of clothes. He opened it and was blinded by an assault of flashes as the two girls that had been hiding in there began snapping pictures. Goten dropped his towel in shock.

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Chi-Chi hummed to herself as she made breakfast. She paused as she thought she heard screaming a moment ago. Shrugging she went back to scrambling eggs for her hungry men. She heard the door open that lead to her and Goku's room.

"Morning honey," she said then looked over her shoulder. Her mouth dropped open as she stared at her husband. Goku was dressed in a gray blazer, gray slacks, a white button down shirt, and a tie. "Go-Goku," Chi-Chi stammered, at a loss to speak when confronted with the normally brightly clothed man now dressed in tones of gray.

He gave her a smile that was nothing like his normal goofy grin and walked over to her to give her a quick peck on the check. "Morning, Chi-Chi."

Chi-Chi blushed and nearly burnt herself on the stove. "You look... nice this morning."

"Thank you, I'm starting my job today. I want to make a good impression." He sat down at the table and picked up the newspaper. He turned right to the business section and began reading. Chi-Chi stared at her husband; he was acting like a normal man. Not a Saiya-jin, not the strongest fighter in the universe, but a normal man that went to work behind a desk.

Goku lifted his head and looked at her over the paper. "Um, Chi-Chi honey."

"Yes?"

"You're burning the food."

"What?!" shouted Chi-Chi turn back to the stove and seeing she was indeed burning breakfast. Quickly she tried to save the meal.

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Gohan groaned and wince at the crick in his neck. "I need to buy a softer sofa," he mumbled under his breath as he sat up. Actually Gohan need to buy a bigger sofa. His long legs dangled off the arm of one side, and his head rested on the arm of the other in very uncomfortable way.

"What am I going to do about my class?" he mumbled to himself as he pulled his sore body up. "I guess I can say I'm a substitute or something. Maybe I shouldn't go to work today." Gohan considered the idea, but soon turned it down. He was too punctual to take a day off, let alone the whole week.

"Oh, I've got a bad feeling about today," groaned Gohan and went to go get some water for breakfast.

The doorbell rang.

"Hold on a minute!" called Gohan and hurried over to the door. He opened it to see Trunks in a blue and white striped button up shirt and tan slacks. "Trunks," Gohan said a little surprised to see him. He peered behind the teen to see if the other two were present.

"Good morning, Gohan. Is Pan up yet? I thought I'd walk her to school."

Gohan blinked in surprise, "Um, I'm not sure yet." He gestured for Trunks to come in and sit down.

I better warn Pan thought Gohan, but too late as his half asleep, bed-head daughter come walking down the steps rubbing one eye still in her PJs.

"Morning Dad, what's for—" Pan's eye widened and a small squeak escaped her lips as she spotted Trunks sitting on the couch. She glanced at herself and blushed as she realized she was wearing her Care Bears PJs.

"Dad! Why didn't you tell me he was here!" screamed Pan running at sound-breaking speed up the stairs. When she slammed the door the whole house shook.

"Oh, it's going to be one of those days," said Gohan rubbing his forehead. "Coffee?" he asked Trunks who was still looking in the direction Pan had gone.

Trunks turned to Gohan with sparkling eyes, "She looks so cute in that!"

Gohan sweat dropped. He walked into the kitchen and poured himself a cup of black coffee. "At least I can still drink coffee," he mumbled as he raised the cup to his lips.

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Pan tried to smother herself with her pillow the man of her dreams had seen her in kiddy clothes! "I could just die!" she screamed into the pillow.

A soft knock sounded on her door.

"Go away dad!" she called.

"It's me, Pan. Are you okay?" asked a concerned Trunks voice.

Pan sat straight up and nearly flung her pillow out the window. She stopped herself from opening the door and letting him see her in her ridiculous outfit again.

"Did I hurt your feelings, Pan? I'm sorry, Tiger Lily."

Pan signed dreamily. "He called me a Tiger Lily."

"Of course, kitten. You're so powerful and graceful like a sleek cat, so beautiful, and perfect like a delicate flower."

Pan raised her hands up to her burning checks and shook her head. "Ohhhhh! Trunks!"

"You're not mad at me, Tiger Lily?"

"No way!" shouted Pan. Once again she was about to run to the door and fling herself on the totally hot man outside her door, but stopped once again look at herself. "Good Kami, I look like a Saiya-jin," she said looking in the mirror on the wall. She licked her hand and tried to flatten a wild spike of hair that was sticking straight up.

"Um, Trunks-chan. Would you be a sweetie and wait for me down stairs?"

"Only if I get to walk you to school," called back Trunks in a teasing voice.

"Of course!" shouted back Pan delighted.

"Then, I'll see you downstairs," said Trunks' voice and she heard his light steps as he walked down the stair.

"Oh! What a man!" said Pan. Then she ran to get washed and dressed. "Tiger Lily," she smiled to herself.

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Vegeta groaned and rolled over. Stretching, she reached out a hand to feel where her mate was and kept reaching till she fell off the bed with a yip.

"What the hell?!" shouted Vegeta as she pulled the blanket off her head. Looking at the bed she discovered that her mate was gone. "What the, where?" she said looking around. "What time is it?" Vegeta glanced at the clock by their bedside. "10:00 AM!" shouted the princess. "Was I hibernating or something?" wondered the human. "Do humans hibernate?"

Rubbing her sore rear from the fall, Vegeta got up and stretched. "I still feel so sleepy," she grumbled scratching her leg. A very Vegeta smile spread on her lips, "Nothing a little work out in the gravity room won't fix."

The Saiya-jin turned human got dressed in a pair of black spandex shorts and a white tank top. She snorted as she tied the laces to a pair of Bulma's sneakers. Her boots were too loose on her and would probably fly off if she did a kick.

Grabbing a towel Vegeta opened the window and leapt up into the air, or at least tried to. Vegeta fell right on her face. "Owww!" she hollered and grabbed her nose. "Damn it, I forgot I can't fly," steamed the princess. Cursing under her breath she got up and walked out of the room to the kitchen and from there to the backyard.

When she got to the gravity room she noticed it was on and that someone was in it. How dare someone use my gravity room without my permission thought Vegeta as she turned the gravity off and opened the door. She stepped in to see it was Trunks or at least one of him that was having a morning work out. "Aren't you suppose to be at work," asked Vegeta lifting one eyebrow.

"Oh, a different Trunks is at the office, I don't have to go till tonight," said Trunks doing a high kick.

Vegeta smirked, "Fine, I could use a punching bag." She closed the door, once she had the gravity started to crank back up.

After the third G Vegeta was flat on the floor with the gravity still going up.

"DAD!" shouted Trunks. He ran over to the control and pushed the emergency stop button. After shutting the gravity off, Trunks hurried over to the flattened woman. "Are you okay?"

"F-fine," stammered the princess, trying to get back up. Trunks helped pulled her up his hands were slapped away. "I said I was fine!" she pushed him away and nearly fell over. Trunks grabbed his father's arm and pulled her towards the door. "I said I was fine!" roared the Saiya-jin Princess pounding pathetically at his arm. She tried widening her stance and planting her feet to stop him from pulling her, but it only resulted in her shoes making squeaky noises as Trunks easily pulled her across the floor.

"I'm sorry dad, but there's no way you can train as you are. You'll hurt yourself," said Trunks opening the door.

"What?! You brat, how dare you tell me what to do," shouted Vegeta hitting him on the head. Trunks wasn't even fazed by it. He tried to pull his complaining father through the doorway, but the stubborn bastard grabbed hold of the frame and stuck her feet on either side as well.

"Dad! Don't be stubborn!" shouted Trunks pulling a little harder on his father’s arm. The Saiya-jin turned human refused to let go and Trunks was too worried about hurting her to pull harder. With a sign, he stepped toward her and ducked under one of her arms, grabbing the back of her legs he lifted.

"Put me down right now you baka!" steamed Vegeta as Trunks carried her kicking and screaming out of the gravity room.

"Dad, please don't make a scene," said Trunks carried the screaming woman through the back door and into the kitchen. He set her down in one of the wooden chairs.

"Damn it, Trunks! What the hell do you think you're doing!"

"Dad, please calm down. It's only for six more days. Can't you stop train for then?"

"No! If I stop training that baka Kararot will get that much stronger then me," Vegeta tried to get back up and was pushed back into the chair by Trunks.

"Now, dad, I'm not letting you back into that gravity room. When the other me shows up I'll tell him not to let you in, and when the other one after that shows up, he’ll tell him the same thing. You're a human now. Human don't train in high gravity."

Vegeta snorted and folded her arms. "And, just what am I suppose to do all day long?"

"I don't know, watch some TV or something," said Trunks turning on the TV and leaving the room.

Vegeta snorted again. "Watch TV, what a stupid waste of my time," fumed the princess. She glanced at the TV to see that it was one of those soap operas that his mate and her girlfriends were always watching.

"Kill me now," said Vegeta drapping an arm over her face.

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Goten glanced around the empty hall, so far so good. He was late, but it was worth it if he could keep those love-sick girls way from him. With a sigh of relief he entered his class.

Every eye turned to look at him and he blushed sheepishly. "Sorry I'm late."

His teacher Mrs. Sims was about to yell at him, but stopped and blushed a little instead. "Why Mr. Son, I'm so glad you could make it to class today. Please," she said gesturing to a seat in front, "sit down."

Goten blinked in surprise, he’d been expecting her to yell and scream at him. "Um, thank you," he said taking the seat. The two girls next to him sighed and batted their eyelashes at him. Goten laughed uncomfortable and paused as he noticed something about one girl.

She smiled sweetly at him and closed her eyes. Written on one eyelid was "Love" and the other "You".

Blushing Goten opened his book and buried his nose in it.

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Gohan walked into his class he had about ten minutes left before the bell would ring. The students that were already in class all gave him funny looks.

"Alright, a sub," said one. Gohan glanced over to him, he knew that kid to be a troublemaker and he just knew that he was going to make trouble for him.

Ten minutes passed quickly and soon class had started.

"Okay class today we're going to study World War 2, we'll be dealing mainly with the attack on Pearl Harbor and what affect it had on the war."

"Like, green dude, what's your name," said one student. The class giggled in their seats.

"My name?" said Gohan.

"Yah man, you like, have one, don't you."

"Um, yes I do. It's ... Piccolo. Mr. Piccolo." Oh Kami, why did I just say that thought Gohan. Well, I don't really know very many Namek sei-jin names.

"Piccolo? Shouldn't you like me a music teacher or something dude?" The class giggled again. "Or a botanist, I'll bet you've got a great green thumb," said another student. The class burst out in laughter.

Gohan's eyebrows forked down, is this how my class acts around other subs? "I'm marking you down for that Mr. Tompson," said Gohan.

"Dude, that's not fair. How did you know my name?"

"Uh..." Gohan sweat dropped. "I know Mr. Son, your teacher. He warned me about you."

"Dude, I'm like a branded criminal; bummer."

"Now pay attention." Gohan, a.k.a. Mr. Piccolo, began his lesson on World War 2 till out of the corner of his eye he caught two girls passing notes. He turned, "Would you ladies be so kind as to share that with the rest of us?"

The two girls paled and shook their heads. Gohan held out his hand demanding the notes. Really, they were usually a good class. He opened one and read it out loud.

"Who is this green man, is he from outer space or something? Where do you think Mr. Son is?" He crumpled the note and opened the other. "He reminds me of a snail for some reason. Wish Mr. Son was here so I could daydream about his incredible b-" Gohan crumpled the other note a blush creeping up his face turning it a shade of purple.

The girls he'd confiscated the notes from were also blushing, while the class laughed at them.

Gohan cleared his throat and tried to go back to his lesson.

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Bulma arrived at his office and explained that he would be taking over for himself.

"Oh, I hope Mrs. Briefs gets well soon," said her secretary. She batted her eyes at Bulma. "What's your name?"

"My name? Um, Brrrrr- ad. Yah my name is Brad Briefs."

The secretary looked at him oddly. "Okay, Mr. Briefs, are you related to Mrs. Briefs by chance?"

Bulma mentally slapped herself. "Uh, yes. She's my cousin."

"Oh, that's nice. I assume you know what you're doing. By any chance, do you know if Mrs. Briefs will still be holding her company party tomorrow?"

Bulma mentally cursed: the party! He's completely forgotten his big company party with all that had happened lately. He couldn't cancel it, he'd been planning it for months; all of Capsule corps' rival companies would be there as well as some very rich and important people. Bulma smiled weakly at his secretary. "Of course, the party's not canceled," he laughed nervously. "Unfortunate Mrs. Brief won't be able to attend, but I'll be there to take her place."

"Oh, that's too bad," said the secretary. She smiled in a charming way at him. "You wouldn't by any chance not have a date, would you?"

Bulma paled and laughed nervously again. "Ha, ha, ha, of course I've got a date. Well look at the time, I really should be getting to work." Bulma dashed into his office and slumped down on the desk.

"Baka, baka, baka," he said lightly banging his head on the desk. "Oh, Kami! How am I going to get Vegeta into a dress?"

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Goku smiled widely at the couple that had just bought a pair of expensive leather shoes. "Thanks have fun you two."

A man walked up to his counter dressed in an expensive suit.

"How can I help you?" asked Goku.

"I'm looking for a pair of shoes that'll match a dark navy suit I own."

"Of course, follow me," said Goku leading the man. He found that his job stuff was laughably easy, all he had to do was smile and be polite and Goku always smiled and was polite. He'd expected it to be some how harder and was almost disappointed.

The man looked around, while the Saiya-jin daydreamed. I was hoping for a challenge he thought, but this is well… boring.

"What do you think of these," said the man holding up a pair of tan shoes.

"Oh no, sir," said Goku. He picked up a pair of black shoes," you really should go with black if it's a dark colored suit. These are said to be very comfortable." He handed the shoes to the man, who tried them on.

"You're right, these are very comfortable." The man glanced at his watch, "I've better hurry I've got a meeting."

"Oh, what do you do?" asked Goku curiously.

"I'm the owner of Shuzy, the car company. Got a big party I'm going to tomorrow, trying to get a partnership with Capsule Corps. My sales would really increase if my cars had incapsing capability. Sorry, you probably don't know what I'm talking about, it's just business."

"Oh, no," said Goku. "I find business very interesting. I'm a good friend of Mrs. Briefs and know how popular it is to have incaped cars. So much more particle, makes it harder to steal your car."

"Oh, really. You're a friend of Mrs. Briefs?" The man draped an arm around Goku's shoulder. "Why don't you and me do a little talking, I'll buy you lunch. You wouldn't be interested in coming to work for me would you? You seem like a smart fellow."

Goku smiled at the man, "You talk, I'll listen, but don't you have a meeting to go to?"

The man slapped his back and smiled, "Oh, I like you, son. Hell with the meeting it can wait till me what you know about sales and Mrs. Briefs."

Goku nodded and followed the man out of the department.

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Pan blushed as she took Trunks offered hand. Her eyes glanced around to the envious eyes of several school girls. Yah, that's right. Take a good look, because he's all mine she thought snuggling against his arm, all three of him. Sigh.

They reached Pan's school far too quickly for her liking. In fact if she had a choice, she'd make this moment last forever.

"Well, I've got to go," said Pan unable hide the disappointment in her voice as they reached the school gate.

Trunks seemed just as disappointed, but he turned to her with a smile. "Can I call you later?"

"Yes," beamed Pan. "I'd like that."

Trunks smiled charmingly at her, "Then I'll speak to you later Tiger Lily." He bowed gracefully to her and kissed her hand.

Pan blushed and raised her free hand up to her burning face. The other school girls fumed at her good fortune. "Bye Trunks, see you later."

"Bye," waved Trunks, then walked away.

Pan watched him go and sighed again.

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Goten ran to the men's locker room, hoping to avoid the flock of women that were sure to find him if he stay too long in any one place.

He sighed loudly as he reached it without being mobbed and walked over to his locker. Quickly he turned the knob on his locker, entering the right code, and opened it. He reached up to pull his shirt off, but stopped and glanced around making double sure that there were no girls anywhere never by before finishing pulling the shirt off.

Several other boys filled into the room and began changing into their PE clothes as well. Goten didn't notice some of the looks that they shot him as he continue to dress.

"Well, well if it isn't Goten. Aren't we hot stuff?" said one boy.

Goten turned and at once recognized the guy as Johnny the school bully, the guy was huge, dwarfing even him. "Johnny," laughed Goten. "Hi, how have you been?"

"Oh, I've been better," said the giant staking over to Goten with several of his friends. "I've been hearing some things lately pal and I don't like what I hear," said Johnny draping an arm over Goten's shoulders.

Goten stiffened, he'd managed to avoided Johnny since he'd started coming to this school by not bring attention to himself. He knew it would be easy to beat Johnny and all his friends to a bloody pulp, but if he was caught fighting it would go on his record, and his mother would be very disappointed with him.

"Oh, I haven't heard anything," said Goten trying to move away from him.

Johnny tightened his hold on Goten's shoulders and pulled him back. "Not, so fast hot stuff. Mind telling us why you're suddenly the man with all the chicks? What’s so special about a little wimp like you?" Johnny pawed at Goten shirt and Goten moved on instinct and grabbed the giant's arm twisting it behind his back.

Unfortunately that was the wrong thing to do as all his thug friends jumped foreword to attack. Goten jumped back with Johnny, his back to the lockers as he used the tall man like a shield. Smack! One of the bully's own friends nailed him right in the face. Another came charging in on the side, Goten pulled Johnny in front of him and SMACK! The fight continued for several more minutes with several smacks sounding loudly in the large locker room. When it was over Johnny and all his friends lay in a bloody pile on the floor.

"What going on in here?!" shouted the PE teacher running into the locker room and viewing the mess for himself. "Goten were you fight?!"

Goten looked shyly around, "Um, but I didn't even raise my fists, sir. I wasn't fighting, they did it to each other," which was the half-truth.

The PE teacher didn't seem to buy it, "Didn't raise your fists, huh? Well, I'm not stupid, Mr. Son. As you're punishment, you're going to have to work out on the girls' team today," smiled the couch cruelly.

"NOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!" Goten's screams echoed loudly in the guy's locker room.

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Gohan sighed loudly it was finally lunch break. He's escaped the staring eyes of his class and was now drinking outside, several passing student eyed him strangely. A group of boys had started playing a game of basketball right next to him.

Gohan sighed again, and wished he hadn't make that wish to be just like Piccolo. Now he knew why the Namek sei-jin didn't go into public often, people were just too judgmental.

"I still want to see Mr. Piccolo," mumbled Gohan under his breath.

"So it's true," said a voice behind him.

Gohan nearly choked on his drink. Slowly he turned to look behind him to see none other then the pointy-eared green skinned devil himself.

"Mr. Piccolo!" shouted Gohan, overjoyed.

The boys stopped their games and stared at the two green men. Gohan didn't notice them.

"Mr. Piccolo I'm so glad to see you."

"You're looking…well…green, kid," said Piccolo.

"Oh Mr. Piccolo it's terrible, the dragon showed up and granted all these stupid wishes! There's three Trunks, Bulma's a man, and Vegeta's a woman, my daughter made Trunks, all three of him, fall in love with her, dad's a genius, Goten's a babe magnet, and I'm a Namek sei-jin!" whined the older Son.

"I know, son, me and Dende watched the whole thing," said Piccolo with a smirk.

"You what?! How did you know?"

"What did you expected when you're all scream ‘OH KAMI!’ at the top of your lungs? You didn't think he wouldn't hear you?"

"Oh," said Gohan feeling foolish.

"Dude, like there's two green flute dudes."

Piccolo and Gohan turned to see the boys all staring at them.

"That's Mr. Piccolo," corrected another student.

"How does he know my name?" asked Piccolo.

Oh crap thought Gohan. Laughing stupidly he looped an arm around Piccolo's shoulder, much to the Namek sei-jin's discomfort.

"Ha, ha, ha, ha, this is.... my twin brother.... Nail!"

"Twin brother?" said Piccolo.

"Yah," said Gohan elbowing him slightly in the ribs. "My twin brother Nail."

Piccolo's face took on a confused look. "Gohan, what are y- mhmm!"

Gohan quickly clamped a hand over his teacher’s mouth, laughing nerveless. "Don't mind him! He's got memory problems, he's always forgetting things. He'd probably forget his own mother."

Piccolo managed to pull Gohan's hand away from his mouth. "Gohan you know I don't have a mother- mhhmm!"

Gohan clapped his hand over Piccolo's mouth again. "See, just like I said. Forgot his own mother." Piccolo bit Gohan's hand causing the demi-Saiya-jin turned Namek sei-jin to yip.

"Dude, he likes keeps calling you Gohan."

"That's Mr. Son's first name," said another student.

Gohan got behind Piccolo and started shoving him away for the noisy kids. "Oh, don't mind us! He just needs to go take some of his pills and he'll be all right."

"Hey!" shouted Piccolo.

"We've got to go!" shouted Gohan pushing Piccolo into the school building and away from the group of guys.

* * * * * * * * * * *

Goten walked back into the men's locker room with his head down and one hand rubbing his sore behind that had been pinched by dozens of girls when he'd turning his back to them. One had even pinched his tail spot and that had hurt like hell. They'd been playing basketball. His PE teacher was a cruelly evil thing; he'd played girls against boys just to make him suffer.

Goten dragged himself to the showers along with all the other guys and processed to soap up and rinse off. He was washing under his arms when someone called to him.

"Hey, Goten. I dropped the soap, why don't you pick it up for me, honey buns."

Goten turned and stared at the guy next to him with a look of disgust and horror.

"Oh baby, you're so manly," said the another boy on the other side of him. He grabbed Goten around the waist and hugged him from the back. "What a body!"

"Ahhhhhhhhh!" shouted Goten running out of the showers with soaps still all over him. "You guys are sick!"

* * * * * * * * * * *

Pan sat with her friends laughing and eating their lunches under the big maple tree by the picnic tables.

"Pan, is it true that you're dating Trunks?!" squealed one girl.

"Hey, I saw you two holding hands!" squealed another.

All the girls started squealing, teasing Pan, and asking her how far she'd gotten with him, if he was a good kisser.

Just then a man wearing a black and blue bike suit and a shiny black helmet, came roaring right up to them on Capsule Corps' latest motorcycle model. He pulled up his visor to reveal sky blue eyes, tan skin, and lavender hair.

"Hi ladies."

"Trunks-kun!" they squealed.

"Trunks, what are you doing here?" asked Pan getting up.

"Why I came to see you, Tiger Lily, care to try out the latest model with me? I'll buy you lunch." He patted the seat right behind his.

All the other girls screamed and squealed loudly. Pan blushed and all but ran and jumped on to the bike. "Later girls!" she shouted putting on the spare helmet and wrapping her arms tightly around his waist.

Trunks started up the bike and reared it up on its back wheel causing Pan and the girls to all squeal again in delight and fear. It slammed back down on the grass and took off.

Pan could faintly hear her friends calling out, "I'm jealous," behind her. She laughed in delight as Trunks did several skilled tricks on his bike, designed to try and scare her, and she knew it.

"Faster!" she shouted and squealed louder as Trunks complied.

Trunks took them up to a grassy hill and skidded to a halt. "Well, what do you think?" he asked her over her shoulder.

"That was incredible!"

"Yah, quite the crotch rocket, huh?"

"What?!" shouted Pan thankful that she still had on the helmet, because her face must have turned a lovely tomato red.

Trunks pulled off his helmet, "Yah, crotch rockets," he said patting the bike. "That's what they call this kind of bike."

"Oh," said Pan, trying not to sound stupid. "I knew that," she pulled the helmet off hoping her face wasn't as hot as it felt.

"Man, it's hot today," said Trunks. He waved a hand in front of his face to try and make a breeze. Giving up he simply unzipped the front of his suit. "Shouldn't have worn black. What's wrong, Pan?"

Pan's jaw fell as she looked at the totally sexy pose; it was like one of those picture in a girl's hunk calendar. Trunks wasn't wearing any shirt under that bike suit. Her eyes wandered down his frame; in fact, she doubted that he was wearing pants under them. He was looking at her over is shoulder, his legs stretched out to keep the bike balanced, and leaning forward with his hands on the handles. In fact, she was pretty sure, Trunks was a boxers guy.

"Pan," Trunks called again. That snapped her out of her stupor. He smiled charmingly at her. "What are you thinking about?"

Pan blushed and coughed. "Nothing," she lied.

Trunks shrugged his shoulders and let it dropped. He then kicked out the stand and got off the bike. Opening up one of the side holders he pulling out a blanket and two lunches. "Hope you like subs," he said, tossing one to her.

"You know I do," said Pan catching the bag and opening it. It was her favorite, a large B.L.T.

The two sat down on the blanket and ate, talking about whatever came to mind and joking around.

Pan glanced at her watch, "I'd better hurry back or I'll miss my next class." She berated herself for drowning in Trunks blues eyes and completely loosing track of the time. She was going to jump into the air and fly to school, but was stopped by Trunks.

"Hay, wait! I'll give you a ride."

Pan turned back to him. "Will we make it in time?"

Trunks smiled in a way that would have made his father proud. "Trust me."

"Okay," said Pan putting on the helmet and sliding into the seat behind him.

"Hold on tight!" He called, then took off like a bat out of hell.

"TRUNKS!!!!!!!!!!!!" screamed Pan grabbing tightly on to his waist.

The demi-Saiya-jin turned a sharp turn and raced right at the steep drop of the hill, which seemed like a mountain to Pan as they sped down it. The bike became airborne more then once on the way down and landed heavily on the ground. Trunks didn't waste any time and floored it. Pan half-screamed, half-laughed as they weaved in and out of traffic, some times jumping completely off the road and zooming through dirt trails and around trees. They appeared in front of a railroad crossing with a train bearing down on them. Trunks put on more speed, racing the train for the crossing.

"Trunks!" shouted Pan as they zoomed past the train, right before it could flatten them.

Finally they reached the front gates of Pan's school. The dizzy girl nearly fell off the bike.

"I feel like I've been riding a roller coaster for the last ten minutes," she said putting her hands on either sides of her head.

"Sorry, are you okay?" asked Trunks putting out a hand to steady her.

She grinned at him. "That was fun, Trunks. We'll have to do it again some day."

Trunks grinned back, "Does that mean I can call you later?"

She punched him in the arm, "Sure. You do that."

"Yatta! See you around, Tiger Lily," Trunks revved up his bike and zoomed away.

Pan watched him go, then turned towards her school.

"Lucky!" she called as she ran to her next class.

* * * * * * * * * * *

Bulma walked casually into the women's department and stared to look at the dresses. He'd been on quite the shopping spree, picking out clothes for his busty mate and himself. Bulma couldn't help but ‘ooh’ and ‘ahh’ at some of the dresses, they were so pretty. A clerk walked over to him just as he was petting the soft fabric of one dress.

"Looking for a gift for your girlfriend?" she asked.

"Actually I was thinking of getting this one for myself," said Bulma opening his mouth before thinking. Bulma ‘eeped’ as he realized how that sounded. "I mean, of course, it for my girlfriend! It'd just be like a gift for me seeing him- I mean her in it!" Bulma laughed pathetically as the clerk gave him an odd look.

"Don't worry, we get your kind in here every now and then," said the clerk with a wink.

"What do you mean by ‘my kind’?!" shouted Bulma.

"Un, never mind," said the clerk with a big sweat drop on her head. "What are you looking for?"

Bulma frowned, what was he looking for. What would look good on a female Vegeta? A picture of the Saiya-jin princess in her Saiya-jin fighting armor popped into her head, then another picture of her in just in tight blue spandex, and the last picture... well, let’s just say that last picture had less clothes then the second one.

"Sir, are you all right? You're face is turning red," said the clerk.

"Uh, yes! I'm perfectly fine," more dumb laughter.

"You're new at this aren't you? Why don't you tell me what you're girlfriend looks like and I'll help you pick something out. Do you have any pictures of her?"

"Boy do I have some pictures of her," said Bulma once again not thinking. He slapped his hands over his mouth. What is with me, have I inherited the Saiya-jin's stupidity as well as their body?

The clerk coughed, "Do you have any of them with you?"

Bulma shook his head actually thankful he stuck them in the bathroom dour. If he'd had them on him right now, there was a good change he'd be dumb enough to pull one out.

"Okay, can you describe her, then?"

"Yah, sure. She's about an inch or two shorter then me, dark tan skin, black layered hair down to her shoulder blades."

"That's a start. What are her three sizes?"

"Three sizes," said Bulma with a dumb look on his face. How the hell was he supposed to know Vegeta's three size? Let's see, he can't be that different from me.

(Flash Back) "Look at his it pinches my chest."

Bulma started growling in a low tone and the clerk nervously stepped back.

"Okay, I'd say she's a 38, 26, 32."

"Cup size?"

"Definitely a D," said Bulma flatly.

"She sounds very well built."

Bulma snorted, "You don't know the half of it."

"I think red would be a sexy color, what about you?"

"Red," said Bulma. Now that would be interesting, he'd never seen Vegeta in red. Blue was more his color. Of course, now he was a she and Bulma couldn't help but agree with the clerk. Red would look totally sexy. "Yah, I think red would look good."

"Wait here a minute, I think I have just the number," the clerk disappeared and Bulma went back to looking through the clothes. Without even thinking he walking into the underwear section and began browsing.

"These are so cute," said Bulma holding up a pair of panties with panda bears on them.

"Ah-hem."

Bulma looked up at the clerk that was holding a dress. "If you want help I can recommend another little item from his department as well." She leaned closer and whispered into his ear. "Red and black leather is very popular at the moment." She pointed to a display with just such an item in it.

"That's a bondage outfit," said Bulma. A deep crimson blush covered his face as an image of Vegeta in it came to his head.

"No! That's okay, I just want a dress. Yes, just the dress," said Bulma pulling out a wad of cash. He shoved it into the clerks hands and snatched the dress, practically running out of the store.

"Don't you want your change!?" called the clerk.

"Keep it!" shouted Bulma and jumped into his car, zooming away like his tail was on fire.

* * * * * * * * * * *

Goten flew slowly home, today had been a disaster. PE alone had been hell, he was pinched, patted, groped, fondled, and sexually harassed the whole way through the period. He didn't even want to think about the shower scene. Goten shivered with disgust.

"I said girls!" he complained out loud. "You hear me, dragon I remember saying I wished to have as many ‘girls’ chasing me as Trunks!" Goten sped up his speed. All he wanted to do was go home and take a nap he was exhausted mentally. "I've got another test tomorrow," he moaned and hung his head. He really wanted to call and talk to Trunks they always called one another when they were down. Although, it was normally Trunks that was the more depressed one of the two. "Now I know why. Wonder if he's ever been hit on by another guy?"

Goten shook his head and decided he really didn't want to know. He wondered how he was going to live through four more days of school with that stupid wish active. "I'll never survive."

In defeat Goten hung his head and flew home.

* * * * * * * * * * *

Pan walked to the front gate with her friends.

"I'll bet he'll pick you up again!" said one of her friends.

"No way, he's Capsule Corp’s Vice President. He's got to be working right now," said another one of her friends.

"But, he walked her to school and took her out to lunch, he has to come get her after school," said the other sighing dreamily.

"You think he'll give you another ride on his bike?" asked another of her friends.

Pan blushed slightly, "I don't know. He's probably too busy for me," said Pan.

"I'm never too busy for you, Tiger Lily," said a deep sexy voice behind the girls. They all turned with a squeal to see Trunks leaning again the cement gate with a bunch of roses. He was dressed in a light green business suit.

"Trunks," said Pan. "What are you doing here?" All her friends squealed again and pushed her right in front of the sexy stud.

"Came to see you, Tiger Lily," he handed her the bunch of roses. "Flowers for a flower."

The girls behind Pan went wild and Pan blushed the same color as the red roses.

"Would you be too insulted if I asked for the pleasure of taking you home?"

Pan shyly shook her head and took Trunks’ offered arm. The crowd of girls followed the two till they came to Trunks' shiny black convertible.

"What a car!" shouted one girl.

Trunks walked over to the other side of the car with Pan and opened it for her, closing after she was seated. He then walked over to the driver's side and took his seat.

"See ya, girls," said Trunks waving at the group.

They all waved back madly. "Bye Trunks! Bye Pan!"

The black car purred like a kitten as Trunks started it and pulled out of the parking lot.

"Trunks, you didn't have to pick me up," said Pan sniffing the roses.

"Oh, but I wanted to, Tiger Lily," said Trunks giving her a wink. Pan buried her face in the soft petals of the flowers. Really, this was too much of a good thing.

"Hey Kitten."

"Umm?"

"Mom's holding a big shin dig tomorrow at Capsule Corps. I was wondering if you'd like to go as my date?"

"You mean a big party?" asked Pan. She could just see herself all decked out in a flashy dress dancing around with a certain purple-haired hottie.

"Yup, you interested?"

"I'll love to go!"

"Good, you have no idea how happy that makes me."

Trunks briefly gave Pan's information about the party, then they chatted and talked about nothing of much importance. Trunks switched on the radio and it played a soft love song. Pan couldn't help, but feel like she'd died and gone to heaven. The wind played with her loose hair tossing it about her face and the sun felt so warm on her skin. It was over far too soon once again as Trunks pulled up into Pan's driveway.

"Call you tonight, Kitten?"

"If you want to," smiled back Pan. She blew him a kiss. Trunks acted like he'd caught it and returned it with his own. Pan giggled. "Get out of here, before my dad comes home and beats you to a pulp."

"Yes, ma’am!" said Trunks, saluting her.

Pan made a mock solute back then waved to him as he started up the car and drove off.

"I'm going to a party!" she shouted running into the house.

* * * * * * * * * * *

Goku entered the front door of his house and hung up his jacket. "Honey, I'm home!"

"Goku!" said Chi-Chi, hurrying into the room. "How was work?"

"Fine, I got a new job working for Shuzy."

"What?! That's great!" Chi-Chi went over and kissed his check.

Goku gave her another of those intelligent smiles of his, not his normal goofy grin, and handed her a piece of paper.

"What's this?" she asked taking it and opening it.

"An invitation to the big business party at Capsule Corps. I told them I'd go."

Chi-Chi's eyes sparkled. "A party!"

"Yup, lots of high-up people, it should be interesting."

"Oh Goku," she pulled him to a couch. "You sit back an relax. I'll make you a nice meal, okay?" Goku gave her a nod and pulled out another book, this one, if at all possible, even bigger then the one he'd been reading the night before.

The door opened and a depressed looking Goten walked in. "I'm home," he called in a tired voice.

"Goten honey. What's wrong?" asked Chi-Chi going over to her youngest son.

"Nothing, mom, just a bad day," said Goten passing her and walking upstairs to his room.

"Oh, dear. He looks so upset, don't you think so Goku, honey?" Chi-Chi turned around when her husband didn't answer. "Goku!"

"Umm?" said the Saiya-jin taking his eyes off the book for a moment to look at her.

"Didn't you see your son?"

"Nope," said the Saiya-jin going back to his reading.

Chi-Chi blinked in surprise; that was odd. Goku was usually so concerned about his sons. He must have other things on his mind she thought and went to go start dinner.

* * * * * * * * * * *

Gohan drove home with a frown on his face and a black eye, well it was more like purple or blue then black. "He didn't have to hit me so hard," mumbled Gohan rubbing his eye under his glasses. His teacher had been furious with him and the two had rumbled a bit before they came to an agreement. Piccolo would stay away from the school while the curse was still on, unless something happened, and Gohan would go meditate and spar with his old teacher to try and vent his stress over the whole situation.

He'd called his wife, who seemed almost mad at him. He was pretty sure he'd be sleeping on the sofa again tonight.

"Oh, this is turning into a nightmare," grumbled the Namek sei-jin.

* * * * * * * * * * *

"Oh, my darling, I will love you forever. Please marry me."

"Oh, Chad!"

Vegeta leaned closer to the TV. She nearly fell out of her seat as she heard the front door open. She fumbled with the remote, almost dropping it, and managed to switch the tube off as a navy black haired Saiya-jin walked into the room.

"Oh Vegeta. What are you doing in here?"

"Nothing," answered the Princess a little too fast and looking down at her hands, which still held the remote. Quickly she stuck it behind her back.

Bulma raised an eyebrow at her, but didn't say any thing. "Um, I got you some girl clothes to wear."

"They’re not those ones that bind your movement, are they? And, no skirts. If you bought me a skirt I'll kill you."

Bulma laughed nervously. "No. I didn't buy any skirt," Just a red mini dress, Bulma added silently. Briefly Bulma thought about telling Vegeta about the dress and the party, but decided to wait till tomorrow. After all he needed to sleep and even Saiya-jin were vulnerable in their sleep. If Vegeta didn't like the idea, which he was almost positive she won't, the Saiya-jin turned human would try and find some way out of it.

"Well, I’ll just go put these away and then I'll start dinner," Bulma disappeared down a hall. He couldn't help but feel Vegeta had been trying to hide something from him.

Vegeta sighed. "That was too close, if he saw me watching that, I'd have never heard the end of it." She frowned and couldn't help but feel that her mate had been hiding something from her.

* * * * * * * * * * *

Pan picked up the phone. She just had to call Marron and tell her all about the party. She stopped in mid-dial, stupid! She'd forgotten about her fight with Marron. "I should say I'm sorry first." Pan redialed Marron's number; she waited patiently as the phone rang.

"Hello?" came a female voice from the phone.

"Marron, it's me Pan."

"Oh, what do you want?"

Pan bit her lip; Marron sounded just as mad as she had the night before. "Um, Marron, please don't be mad at me. I'm really sorry, but I can't change the wish, so please don't be mad."

Marron sighed heavily on the other end. "I know that you can't change the wish, I'm just mad that you have three Trunks and I don't even have a boyfriend yet."

"Oh, I'm sorry Marron. I don't see why you wouldn't have a boyfriend. I mean you're really smart and beautiful, maybe you should try going out with my uncle Goten."

"That's the last thing he needs. Have you seen him lately, he's got so many girls chasing him that he has to beat them off with a stick! The last thing he wants right now is me bugging him for a date."

Pan chewed on her lip in frustration. "Well, what if I set you up on a date with someone?"

"I don't want to go out with any of your guy friends, Pan. They're all too young and immature for me. They're probably take me to some kiddy restaurant or something."

Just then Pan heard her phone beep. "Hold on, Marron I've got another call." Pan pushed the button on her phone. "Hello?"

"Hello, Tiger Lily."

"Trunks-chan!" said Pan in delight. "Can you hold on? I've got another call on the other line."

"Sure," said Trunks. Pan pushed the button that would connect her back to Marron.

"Sorry, I'm back."

"Who was that?" asked Marron.

"Trunks."

"Oh," said Marron not sounding happy at all.

"Oh, Marron, I'm sorry." She was interrupted by another beep. "Darn, hold on Marron, I've got another call." She pushed the button on her phone. "Hello?"

"Hey, Tiger Lily."

"Trunks, is that you?"

"Yep, what's up?"

"But, I have you on another line." Then it hit Pan, she gone on three separate dates today, and at the end of each Trunks had asked her if he could call her. She'd said yes all three times.

"On, no! Could you hold on, Trunks," she said as she got another call. "Hello."

"Night, Tiger Lily, how have you been?"

Pan groaned. "That you, Trunks?"

"Yah, something wrong?"

"No, could you hold on, I've got Marron on the other line." Pan pushed the button. "Hi, Marron, sorry. How about I set you up with Tom, he's cute."

"What? What are you talking about, Pan?" asked a deep male voice.

"Oops, sorry Trunks." She pushed the button again and got another Trunks. "Sorry, wrong line." Pan pushed the button and got a female voice. "Marron?"

"Yes, what took you so long?"

"I've got three Trunks talking to me at once."

"Oh," said Marron sounding annoyed. "Maybe I should go."

"No! I want to talk to you. Damn it! Hold on, I've got another call." Pan pushed the button on her phone. "Hello," she shouted into the phone.

"Ow! Pan, why are you yelling?" said a familiar voice.

"Goten," said Pan in shock. "I'm sorry, it's just that I'm trying to talk to Marron, but I've got all three Trunks on different lines on the phone."

"Man, sounds confusing. Actually, that's why I called. I've been trying to get a hold on one of them, but all their phones are busy. Can you ask Trunks if he's free tomorrow? I need to talk to him."

"Sure, hold on." Pan pushed the button. "Trunks, Goten wants to talk to you tomorrow."

"But, aren't we going to the party?"

"Oh, yah! I'll ask a different Trunks, hold on." Push. "Hello, Trunks? Goten wants to talk to you tomorrow."

"But, aren't we going to the party?"

"What, you too? Hold on, I'll ask the other Trunks." Push. "Trunks, Goten wants to talk to you tomorrow."

"But, aren't we going to the party?"

Pan nearly threw the phone in frustration. "Hold on," she sighed. Push. "Marron?"

"Yes, Pan. Will you please stop putting me on hold forever?"

"I'm sorry, it’s just that I'll got all three Trunks on the line, you, and now Goten."

"Gee, aren't we Miss Popular," said Marron sarcastically.

"Marron! Fine, do you want to go on a date with Trunks?!"

"Yes!"

"Then, come to Capsule Corps, tomorrow. They're holding a big fancy party there, I'll have one of the Trunks be your date. Okay?"

"You mean it?" asked Marron sounding a lot happier.

"Yah, just wear something nice okay?"

"You got it! Thanks Pan." Marron hung up. One down, four to go. She pushed the button. "Hello?"

"Pan?" said Goten's voice. "What did he say?"

"Um, come to Capsule Corps. tomorrow. They're holding a big fancy party there, I'll make one of the Trunks hang with you, okay?"

"That's great! Thanks, you're a life saver, Pan!"

"Yah, I know, just wear something formal, okay?"

"Yep, gotcha," said Goten hanging up.

Now for the hard part thought Pan. Taking a deep breath she pushed the button.

"Hello, Pan?"

"Okay Trunks you're going to be Marron's date for tomorrow's party, okay bye." Push.

"Hello Pan?"

"Trunks, Goten need to talk to you tomorrow, so you'll be hanging with him at the party, okay bye." Push.

"Hello Pan?"

"Hi Trunks, I'll see you tomorrow at the party, okay bye." Click.

Pan flopped down onto her bed exhausted.

* * * * * * * * * * *

The dragon roared with laughter that had been too funny. That little girl had her hands full. He smiled evilly as he thought of the big party tomorrow. It seemed all of them would be going whether they planned to or not.

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In the next chapter of "Be Careful What You Wish For" it's party time for the DBZ crew, if they can even get to the party. Will Bulma be able to catch Vegeta long enough to force her into her little red number? Will Gohan have a mental break down; can Pan, Marron, and Goten figure out which Trunks is which, will Goku get promoted again, will Goten survive another day of school, will Gohan for that matter, has Pan dumped Trunks to make Marron happy? Find out in the next chapter of "Be Careful What You Wish For."

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Chapter 1 / Bulma’s Hideout / Chapter 3