Be Careful What You Wish for

Chapter 3

Bulma yawned and sat up in bed. He glanced over his should to see that Vegeta was still sound asleep beside him. Good, because he had some things to do before she got up, like setting up some kind of trap to catch her once he told her about the party. Running a hand through his extra wild and messy hair Bulma yawned again and headed to his lab. After collecting some things he headed toward the bathroom he and Vegeta shared.

* * * * * * * * * * *

The two Trunks sitting quietly on the leather couch in Trunks' room exchanged glances before looking back at the one that lay in a miserable heap on the bed.

Today all three Trunks weren't thinking alike, because they all had very different things on their minds. Sure, they were still crazy for Pan, all three of them, but they where all thinking about different things that Pan had said to them. One Trunks was quite happy, yet concerned for his double that lay curled up. He was the one that had gotten picked to be Pan's date. The second Trunks wasn't nearly as happy or depressed, he wasn't going to the party with Pan. It was more like she'd been too busy to go with him. He didn't mind hanging out with Goten, although he really wanted to hang out with Pan more. He was also concerned for this double on the bed. The last Trunks had been dumped. At least that was how he saw it, no matter what the other two said to him he'd been dumped; Pan didn't want to see him.

"Oh! Come on, man! Pull yourself together," said one of the two Trunks sitting on the couch.

"Yah, he's right. I didn't know I could get so depressed over a girl."

The other Trunks didn't respond, just gave a miserable sigh.

Both of the Trunks on the couch bit their lips.

"What are we going to do?" asked one.

"Don't know. I feel guilty going out with Pan when my other self is so miserable. Oh man, this sucks! I feel sorry for myself."

"You two can just go without me," said the Trunks on the bed. He sat up and didn't make eye contact with them. "I'll just go to the office and finish up the paper work." The miserable Trunks moved to get up.

"NO!" shouted both of the other Trunks running over to push him back onto the bed.

"Oh, come on! It's not like she favors any one of us!"

"That's right. She just couldn't go out with all three of us at once," agreed the other Trunks.

"Yah, but she fixed me up with another girl," said the miserable Trunks lowering his head.

"But, Marron's a great girl," said one.

"Yah, you'll have a great time with her. We always have great fun around Marron."

"But, she was just a friend then, not a date."

The two standing Trunks bowed their heads in thought.

"We could switch."

The Trunks sitting and the other that was standing lifted their heads to look at the one that had spoke. "What?"

"We'll trade places! Just like me did before."

"Won't that get complicated?" asked one.

"No way, a couple of geniuses like us should be able to pull it off. Look, here's what we’ll do. We'll all wear the same color pants and jackets."

"Oh, I see. We'll just switch people, they won't know the difference," said another Trunks getting excited.

"You mean you'd do that for me?" asked the once miserable Trunks.

"Sure, you're me. I'm just helping myself right?"

"I love you guys, group hug!"

All three Trunks embraced, then pulled apart.

"All right! Let's go for it!" they all shouted.

* * * * * * * * * * *

Goten smashed his alarm clock into thousands of pieces. He peeped out from under his covers to look at its remains and sighed. "Damn, now I'll have to buy a new one." He stretched like a cat and rose up on all fours, because he'd been sleeping on his stomach. He groaned, leaning back to sit on his feet, and rubbed the sleep out of his eye.

"It's only Tuesday," he groaned holding his head in both hands as if he had a terrible hangover. "Four more days of school with evil teachers, stupid thugs, and screaming girls." He flopped back down on the mattress. "I don't even know if I'll ever be able to take a shower or bath again without looking over my shoulder the whole time."

Bed worn, Goten pulled himself off the soft, comfortable, ‘safe’ bed. He thought about ki blasting his closet to make sure no girls where hiding in it to take photos, but changed his mind as he’d also burn all his clothes in the process.

"I need a cup of coffee," mumbled Goten as he opened his closet to have a girl hand him a hot mug full of black coffee, to his shock.

"Would you like sugar or cream with that?" she asked holding up a cup of sugar and some cream.

".... Um.... " Goten chugged the black coffee down. He normally put lots of sugar and cream in his coffee, but today wasn't a normal day; it wasn't just a normal day for any one with a dragon's curse on his or her head. He held the cup up and she poured him another cup. "Thanks."

"You're welcome."

"Would you like the newspaper this morning? Your father has the business section, but we have the rest of it," said another girl sitting on the floor of his closet.

Goten took another big gulp of his black coffee. "You got the funnies?"

"Yup!" she chirped happily and handed him the section.

"Goten-san," said another girl leaning over the other to see him. Goten bent over and peered at his closet floor, how many girls where in there? He didn't even see how three could fit.

"Um, yes?"

"Would you please wear his outfit we picked out for you?" she said shyly, handing him a yellow long sleeve shirt with white cuffs and a pair of black slacks.

"Um... sure." Goten took the offered clothes wondering if they were bugged or had any hidden cameras on them. "Can I ask you girls something?"

"Yes!" they all chorused.

"Yesterday you were all taking pictures of me and won't leave me alone. Why are you being so... nice today?"

"Oh, that wasn't us," said one.

"She's right, that was the Goten Photo Club. They're a bunch of nasty, mean girls."

"Yah, we're the Goten Preservation Club."

"The what?!" said Goten. They made him should like some kind of endangered species! Well, he did feel endangered, but this was going a little too far.

"Oh, don't worry about us, we're here just to make sure you survive the other clubs and keep going to school. We made a couple of things for you, there in your bag."

"Do your best!" all three girls cried and shut the closet doors.

Goten sweat dropped and stared at the closet doors for a long time. "Great, there goes any chance of faking it and saying I'm sick." He paused and stared hard at the doors again, "How do they all fit in there?"

* * * * * * * * * * *

Chi-Chi slowly opened her eyes and sat up in bed. "I'd better go fix breakfast," she said and turned to look at Goku only to find he wasn't there. "Goku?"

She looked around but couldn't see him anywhere. Chi-Chi climbed out of bed and noticed that his business suit was gone. "He couldn't have gotten dressed already, could he?" She hurried into the kitchen still in her nightgown and saw a note on the refrigerator. She pulled it off and looked at it.

Dear Chi-Chi, had to go to work early today,

Will be back around 6:30 to get ready for party.

Love Goku.

Chi-Chi didn't know way, but she didn't like the idea of him going to work so early. "Did he even get a good breakfast before leaving? He maybe a genius now, but that doesn't mean he can cook. I'll bet he didn't get enough protein and won't be able to think straight today. They do say that breakfast is the most important meal of the day."

Chi-Chi frowned and put down the note. Well, Goten still needs to eat! "I'll make his favorite, blueberry pancakes," she said with a smile and started gathering the ingredients.

After about a half an hour Goten came hurrying down the stairs.

"Goten, honey, I made you some pancakes."

"Sorry mom! I've got to get to school before all the girls do. I'll get something there!"

"But what about your lunch!?" shouted Chi-Chi holding up a large sack lunch.

"Oh, that's okay! The girls in my closet made me a lunch already. Bye mom!" shouted Goten running out the door.

"Girls in his closet?" said Chi-Chi. She lowered the sack lunch and looked at it, for some reason she felt like crying. "Goku dear wasn't here to eat breakfast, and Goten honey left without eating or taking his lunch," she whispered to herself.

She put the lunch down, then sat in one of the kitchen tables, laying her head down on her arms. She sigh softly and wondered what she was going to do with all the food she'd cooked.

* * * * * * * * * * *

Gohan turned his head and winced as it popped loudly. He raised his hand and rubbed his sore neck. 'After this curse thing is over, I'm going to burn that couch,' he promised himself. "Maybe I should start sleeping while sitting in mid-air like Mr. Piccolo," he mumbled. "Maybe that's why he doesn't sleep in a bed, he's too damn big to fit in one." Gohan shook his head. He knew that wasn't the reason Mr. Piccolo didn't sleep in a bed, but he wasn't in a very good mood this morning. 'Mr. Piccolo says he's meditating when he does that, but I think he's really sleeping.' Gohan yawned loudly, "Must stay awake.... mustn't rest... sleep sure to come...," he muttered as he started the coffee machine. Gohan sat down in front of it and rested his cheek on one hand as he watched the coffee drip, drip, drip down into the pot.

Drip, drip, drip, yawn, drip, drip, nod, drip, drip, zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

* * * * * * * * * * *

Pan hummed softly to herself as she brushed her long black hair. Today she'd go to a fancy party with Trunks. She could just die!

Pan had asked Trunks not to come pick her up today before or after school, because she need to do some things like talk to Marron and pick out a dress. Plus, not seeing Trunks till then would build up the suspense!

Pan giggled to herself and jumped up dancing around in a circle, she could just see herself twirling around in Trunks' arms in a big shiny dress, the envy of all.

Pan's foot caught on her chair as she'd closed her eyes to make it more real and she tripped, landing in a heap on the floor.

"Ouch!" she said and tried to get up only to find that her right foot wouldn't support her.

"OH NO! I've sprained my ankle!" shouted Pan. She hopped around in a panic. "Call a doctor! Call a surgeon! I've got a date with the hottest man to ever live and I'm going to dance with him! Damn it, it's not fair!" she shouted throwing herself down on the bed. She had to bite her lip hard to keep from crying. "I'm going to that party! I don't care if I have to crawl there, I'm going!" she shouted at the walls.

Pan got off the bed and limped across her room, she grabbed her phone and dialed Marron's number.

"Hello?"

"Marron? I need your help—can you come pick me up for school?"

"What? Why aren't you walking or flying?"

"I hurt my ankle, please? I need help, I can't move too well and the party’s tonight!"

"Oh no! I didn't even think about that! How did a quarter-Saiya-jin sprain her ankle?! Were you attacked or something?"

"No!" said Pan a little short-tempered. She really didn't want to tell Marron that she'd hurt herself dancing around with her eyes shut dreaming of Trunks.

"Fine, I'll come pick you up and after school I'll help you try and hide it from Trunks. You'll have to wear a long dress or something."

"Thank you, Marron! You're the best! Oh, and don't tell Bra about this."

"Huh? Why not? I thought we'd borrow one of her dresses or have her come with us to pick one out. You know she's got the best fashion sense out of the three of us."

"I know.… It's just that she's Trunks' sister and she cares too much about Trunks to not tell him."

"Oh, you've got a point. Okay, but I don't like it, she's bound to smell something fishy."

"Will you just hurry up and come get me?!"

"Okay, don't yell, sheesh!"

Pan listened as the phone line went dead. She hung up the other end and sighed, looking down at her ankle.

"Dumb ankle," she said. "If you weren't a part of me, I’d kick you."

She got up and tested it, putting her weight on it. Pan bit back down on her lip as pain shot up her leg.

"I'm going to that party," she said through watery eyes.

* * * * * * * * * * *

Bra sneezed loudly and sniffed. "Someone's talking about me," she said between sniffs. Her ears caught the strangest sounds coming form her mother and father's bathroom. It sounded like there was construction going on it there!

Bra had been digging around in her mother's closet looking for a pair of shoes she was planning to wear tonight when she'd noticed the strange sounds. Lifting her head, she was just about to go check it out when something caught her eyes. Bra reached in and pulled out a short red mini dress that was just too sexy. Her eyes shone as she looked at the dress, it still had the price tag on it! "I'll bet mom wanted to wear this tonight." She giggled to herself. "Too bad she's a he now. I don't think he'll be wearing it, too bad," she repeatedly petting the soft material. Bra's eyes brightened. "Maybe mom will let me wear it." She smiled and head into the bathroom, to see if Bulma was the one making all the noise.

Bra opened the door and sure enough there was Bulma doing some wiring on the walls.

'What is he up to,' wondered Bra, looking at some of the things Bulma was hooking up. 'You certainly don't need a gravity balancer to blow dry your hair,' thought Bra as she recognized some of the stuff.

Bra also noticed that her father (Vegeta) was in the shower. Man, she sure is getting up really late now that he's a she; maybe it's the human blood.

"Mom?"

Bulma stopped his work for a moment and looked over his shoulder at Bra. "Bra, what can I do for you?"

"Um, Mom. What are you doing to the bathroom?"

"Oh, this," said Bulma slapping the wall. "This is my very own husband catcher."

"But, you've already got dad," said Bra confused.

Bulma slapped his forehead. "It's for catching your father."

"Oh.... Why?"

"You know we're having that big party tonight..." said Bulma going back to work on the wires.

"Yah," said Bra, an idea of what her mother had in mind popped into her head.

"Well I have to go, and I need a date, so your father is it. I don't think she's going to take it too well—I'm getting prepared."

Bra giggled, "Oh. I also wanted to ask you if I could wear this?"

Bulma finished with the wire and shut the panel on the wall. He turned and looked at the dress Bra held. "Oh, no. You can't wear that."

"What? Why not? You can't wear it."

Bulma laughed and took the dress from Bra. "No, dear this is the dress I bought to stuff your father in."

Bra's mouth dropped. "Really!?" she squealed. "Oh Kami, that'll look fantastic on him, I mean her!"

Bulma gave his daughter a smile, which suddenly slipped from his face.

Bra blinked at her mother sudden change in moods and noticed that Bulma was no longer looking at her, but over her shoulder.

Bra turned around to see her Saiya-jin father turned human woman standing in a bath robe that was too big for her with her eyes wide and mouth open. Without another word Vegeta turned and ran for the door.

"On NO!" shouted Bulma tossing the dress back to Bra. "After her!"

Bra watch as Bulma ran out the door in hot pursuit. She giggled into her hand as she looked again at the red dress.

"Poor Papa."

* * * * * * * * * * *

All three Trunks sat around the kitchen table eating giant bowls of cereal in sync. It was freaky to watch them lift, bite, and dunk their spoons at the exact same time, take big gulps of their orange juice and make 'Ahhh' sounds after. Of course, the scene got a lot weirder as a human girl in a much-too-big bathrobe came running into the kitchen with a spiky haired Saiya-jin hot on her heels.

"If you think you're going to get me in that thing then you're nuts!" screamed the Saiya-jin princess running behind the table the three Trunks were eating at. They lifted their eyes to glance at her.

"Vegeta! Be reasonable, you already said you would go!"

"That was before! When I was going to be the one in the pants and you the one in the dress!" Vegeta shouted back.

"Vegeta!" growled Bulma beginning to circle around the table. Vegeta circled with him, keeping on the opposite side of the table from him.

Bulma made a quick dash and jumped up on the table spilling one of the Trunks' bowls.

Vegeta turned and ran. Bulma jumped off the table spilling another of the bowls in his mad dash for the running female.

"Ha! Gotcha!" shouted Bulma as he caught Vegeta around the waist and yanked her back.

"Let go, you bitch!" screamed Vegeta thrashing like mad, trying to break free.

"Woah," said Bulma getting a better hold and tossing Vegeta over his should like a sack of potatoes. "Calm down, Vegeta."

"Calm down!" raved the Saiya-jin princess. She beat on his back and yanked on his hair, but Bulma hardly felt it with his new body. "Put me down you BAKA!"

"Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, never! Now that I've got you, it's time to play dress up. I've installed a gravity unit in the bathroom to hold you still, you're going to wear that dress, love."

Bulma carried the struggling female pass the table where the three Trunks sat. One of Vegeta's legs struck out and kicked the table, spilling the last of the three bowls as they pass.

The three Trunks watched as the two finally left. At once they all sighed then got up to clean up the mess.

* * * * * * * * * * *

Marron hooked the horn loudly and tapped her fingers on the steering wheel, after several minutes a limping Pan came staggering out of the house.

"I thought I called you here to help me," she shouted in frustration.

"Well, sorry," said Marron she got out of the baby blue convertible mustang and helped Pan with her bag, then into the car. She climbed back in and buckled her seatbelt.

"Boy, Pan, you really did a number on your foot," said Marron as she started up the car.

"I know," mumbled Pan looking down at her slightly swollen limb. "Remember, you promised not to tell Trunks!"

"Hey, I know. It's just going to be tricky to hide that. You're going to have to sit the whole time."

Pan bit her thumbnail, she really wanted to dance with Trunks, but Marron was right, with that ankle she wasn't going to be moving much.

"We'll go to the mall when your classes get out and pick out a long dress. What are you going to do when he asks you to dance with him?"

"What else? Dance with him."

"Pan! Don't be ridiculous. You can't dance like that, what are you going to do?"

"I don't know!" hollered Pan. She raked her head for an answer. "Hummmm," she said looking at Marron.

"What?" said Marron, not sure she liked the look on Pan's face.

"Well, since one of the Trunks is going with you.... Do you think you can dance with my date as well?"

"What?! How am I going to do that?"

"Just bring him over to talk to me and the other Trunks and then when they play a slow song you can ask my Trunks to dance, just act like you think it's your Trunks."

"What about the other Trunks, the one I'm dating, that will still be with you?"

"Oh, I'll play dumb and say I promised the other Trunks that I'd dance with the one I'm going out with the first dance."

"Okay, I guess that'll work, at least once, but I don't think it'll last the whole party."

"Well, maybe we can get Goten to help us. You know, we can have him accidentally get separated for the Trunks he's hanging out with and have him show up and grab the Trunks I'm dating, saying he has to talk to him or something. Then I'll just say I promised that Trunks that I'd dance with him first." Pan smiled at her genius.

"Pan, sometimes you scare me," said Marron, giving her a sideways glance.

"Oh, come on Marron. It's got to work a couple geniuses like us can easily pull it off. Please!"

"Well, I agree with you when you say I'm a genius, but Goten....."

"Pleaseeeeeeese!"

"Oh, okay. I guess I don't have much to complain about since I get to do all the dancing."

Pan's smile faded a little. "Yah, you're lucky Marron." Pan turned around and sighed softly, wishing she hadn't hurt her leg.

* * * * * * * * * * *

Gohan groaned and rolled right off the chair he'd been perched on. "Ahhh!" Thud!

"What the...?" he said on the ground looking around and wondering where he was.

"The kitchen? Oh no! What time is it!" Gohan glanced at the clock on the wall it read 9:14 a.m.

"Ahhhhhh! I'm late, I'm late! My class started over an hour ago! My boss is going to have my head on a platter!"

Gohan ran around the house looking for his socks, shoes, and brief case. In his panic he couldn't find the mate to his sock and after cursing up a storm he just grabbed a mismatch sock and put it on. Then he accidentally put his shoes on the wrong feet, and last he dumped all his papers out of his brief case in his haste.

"Ahhhh! Why is this happening to me!? Could this get any worse?" he asked the heavens as he jumped into the air.

Just then it started to rain.

"What did I ever do to you Dende?!"

* * * * * * * * * * *

Goten yawned loudly and fanned his mouth with his hand, science was soooooo boring.

He looked down at the paper in front of him—he hadn't even started on it. 'Why can't this be something easy, like the four food groups or something?' thought Goten. Mmmmm, food. His stomach growled angrily at him and he patted it. 'Just a little longer,' he promised it. The paper was covered with his scribbled drawings, he found it was helpful to doodle during lectures—it kept him awake. He studied his work and grinned. He'd drawn a picture of three chibi Trunks running around a chibi Pan with hearts in their eyes, a chibi Namek sei-jin Gohan in a space suit floating around, a chibi Vegeta going shopping for underwear with Bra and Marron, and a chibi Goku sitting at a computer typing. The grin spread wider and he covered his mouth with his hand to keep from laughing.

He glanced at the clock- five more minutes till the bell would ring and he could go buy a snack.

"Mr. Son?"

Goten's head snapped back to look at his teacher, Ms. Pez, who was new at his school.

"Um, yes Ms. Pez?" said Goten. He glanced down at his paper and covered it with his arms.

"Are you having trouble with the assignment?" she asked tugging at the paper.

"Uh, no," said Goten pressing hard down on the page of drawings to keep it hidden.

"Mr. Son, is there some thing you don't want me to see on your paper?"

"Um...no."

"Mr. Son," said Ms. Pez in a warning voice. She gave the paper a good pull; it tore in half sending her falling backwards.

She landed hard on her butt, flashing all her students as her skirt flipped out on the way down.

Poor Goten, who was the closest, turned bright red.

"That's it, Mr. Son! Go to the principal's office right now!" yelled Ms. Pez in anger.

"But I—"

The teacher gave him that look-of-death that all females seemed to have mastered—the best tool to put males in their place.

Goten gulped and gathered his stuff, then headed to the principal's office.

Once he got there he paused at the door. Goten had never been sent to the principal's office, not since grade school for getting in trouble with Trunks. His mother was going to be so disappointed with him.... He sighed and knocked on the door.

"Come in," came the principal's voice.

Goten turned the knob and entered the office. He walked past the secretary and into the principal's personal office. It was quite roomy there was a black leather couch, a closet, and a big oak desk. Behind the desk was a woman with dark red hair and forest green eyes, dressed in a black business attire.

"Well, well, if it isn't Mr. Son," she purred. "I've been waiting for the day you'd walk through that door. You've been a bad boy haven't you?"

"Uh?" blinked Goten. There was something very strange about this.

"What did you do?" she said leaning forward and resting her chin on her folded hands.

"Um.... Well, I..." Boy, he had a bad feeling for some reason. Like Buu was going to jump out of the walls any second and deck him. "It was kind of an accident."

"Oh? Nothing is an accident, Mr. Son," said the principal licking her lips.

"O... kay,". She was making him really uncomfortable. "Well, I kind of didn't want to show Ms. Pez my paper and when she tried to grab it she fell and...."

"And...," said the principal raising an eyebrow.

Goten blushed, "Her skirt flipped up," he said in a weak voice.

The principal smiled showing gleaming, white teeth. "Oh you're such a naughty boy…." She got up and walked to her closet.

"But it was an accident," protested Goten. He nearly fell flat on his face when she opened the closet and pulled out a bullwhip.

"Naughty boys like you deserve to be punished," she said licking the whip.

Goten's mouth must have dropped to floor.

She raised up the whip and stuck at him.

"Yipe!" Goten started running around the room with the crazy woman chasing after him, her whip singing.

"Call me Queen!"

"Ahhhhhhhh!"

"Lick my boots!"

"No! No! Stop it!"

"Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho!"

"Keep away from me!"

The secretary popped her head into for a look. She shook her head for a moment, then went back to writing her report.

* * * * * * * * * * *

Gohan stumbled into the school hall and looked around, he didn't see any one: good. Gohan was about to head towards his class when he heard the most terrible laugh coming his way. As it got closer he heard another voice this one screaming protests.

"What the?" said Gohan sticking his head around the corner.

"Ahhhhhhhhh! Don't you think this is going a little too far!?" shouted Goten running down the hall.

"Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho! Come back here little boy! Your teacher’s going to teach you a lesson!"

"Ahhhhhhhh!"

Gohan's face went slack as he watched his younger brother run past followed by the principal that was dressed in a black leather bondage outfit and waving a long bullwhip.

"Go-Goten?" The two disappeared down the hall and Gohan stepped out to see if he could spot them. Then he heard the crack of a whip and a yip coming behind him and—

"Humf!" Goten jumped right on to his back.

"Gohan! Save me! She's nuts!"

"Goten?!" said Gohan looking over his shoulders at his cowering brother.

"Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho!"

Gohan paled and turned around to see the principal standing before them, her whip curled up to strike.

"Um.... Ms. Queen...."(*giggle* So you recognizes her now? Hint- she was in another of my fanfics.)

"Oh? If it isn't Mr. Piccolo. Why aren't you teaching your class?" she said stroking her whip.

"Ummmmmmm...." Behind him Goten whimpered.

"Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho! You're both bad boys that need to be punished!"

"Now wait a minute Ms Q—"

Crack!

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!"

Several students stuck their heads out to see a green man and a handsome student run by with what looked like the principal in a bondage outfit hot on their heels.

* * * * * * * * * * *

"LET ME GO!!!!!!"

Two of the Trunks glanced at each other then in the direction the scream had come from.

The other Trunks was at the office doing his share of the work.

"What do you think that horrible sound was?"

"It came from mom and dad's room."

They both gulped and started towards the room. They entered to see that their parents weren't in their bedroom, but in the bathroom.

"Stop it!"

"Will you hold still already, it's not like it's going to hurt."

"No, you stay away from me with that thing!"

"Damn it, Vegeta! I do this all the time, you can do it just once!"

"NO!"

"You jerk! You're doing it whether you want to or not!"

The two Trunks looked at each other wondering what the hell they should do. They heard cursing and struggling coming from the room.

"Just hold still and I'll be done in a few minutes."

"Ahhhh! Let go! Get your hands off of me!

"Vegeta! Damn it! I'm the man here, so you have to be the woman!"

"No! No! NO! You hear me! You can't make me!"

"Oh yes I can!"

"Ahhhh! You son of a—"

"I'll knock you unconscious if I have to!"

Both Trunks ran out of the room, their faces colored crimson. "We don't want to know!" they both shouted.

In the bathroom Bulma had finally gotten his bitchy husband into the little red dress.

"There, that wasn't so bad now was it?"

"You bastard!" shouted Vegeta trying to pull the dress off, which was impossible since she could barely move in the heavy gravity.

"Oh, quite complaining! I'm not done with you yet." Bulma turned around with a tube of lipstick, "Hold still."

"Ahhhh! Don't you dare!"

Bulma sighed and gave Vegeta a good whack upside the head. The Saiya-jin princess went slack.

"I should have done that sooner," said Bulma grinning evilly as she uncapped the lipstick tube.

* * * * * * * * * * *

Marron watched as Pan walked towards her with a slight limp and a thick brace on her ankle.

"What the hell is that?" asked Marron leaning over and opening the door for Pan.

"A brace, what else?" said Pan sitting down in the passenger site. "It's supposed to help, the nurse at school gave it to me."

"Well, does it?"

"A little."

"Boy, we've got our hands full. It sure would be nice if Bra was here, she's got the kind of mind that's good at this kind of stuff."

"What do you mean?" asked Pan buckling her seat belt.

"I mean she's one of the best damn liars I've ever met. You know, once she called me up and told me that a new enemy had appeared and that it had already killed Goku, her father, Trunks, and that Goten was bleeding to death in her kitchen. She even made up a name for them, I think it was the 'Hunters' or something. She scared the shit out of me, until I looked at the calendar and saw that it was April Fools day. I was pissed at her for a whole week after that."

"Ha, ha, ha, ha. You actually believed that?! Ha, ha, oh my KAMI that's funny! Oh, no the scary ‘Hunters’ are going to kill us all!" said Pan in a mocking voice.

Marron frowned at her. "It's not funny."

Pan laughed hard, but she stopped as she caught a glimpse of the death look Marron was giving her.

Cough. "Yah, I bet Bra could make up a very interesting lie to hide this," she said gesturing at her foot. "I can just see her explaining to all three Trunks that it's not a leg brace, but a very fashionable piece of foot gear." Pan's face cracked as she tried to hold her serious face.

"Do you want help or not?" said Marron getting ready to turn the car around and forget the whole thing.

"Yes!"

"Then stop being a pain!"

Pan wisely shut up. After a twenty-minute drive they arrived in front of the largest mall in Satan City.

"All right," said Marron, getting out of the car. "Let's go turn ourselves into goddesses!"

"So that no man can resist us!" shouted Pan as she climbed out of the car.

They both glanced at each other, crossed their arms, and started laughing hastily.

"Let’s shop till we drop!" they shouted and headed towards the entrance.

* * * * * * * * * * *

Goku sat typing at a computer when his boss walked into the room.

"There you are, Goku, I thought you'd be at lunch by now."

"That's okay, I'm almost done," said the Saiya-jin. He finished typing and leaned back in his chair. "There, that's taken care of," he said with a satisfied smile.

"What did you do?" asked this boss leaning over his shoulder.

"Well, as you can see I've reorganized your files, and debugged your programs—did you know you had a nasty virus sent to you on one of your e-mail from another car-company? Anyway—I debugged it then sent them my own little virus. After that, I updated your website with a neat little car that moves across the screen. I rewrote some of the car's features that were left out. Oh, and last, but not least, you've got three e-mails," said Goku bringing them up for him to view.

Goku's boss stared at him with his mouth hanging open.

"Um... Did I do something wrong?" asked Goku.

The man shook his head.

"Well, good then," said Goku with a smile. "Did you need anything else?"

The man shook his head. "No, you can go back to those files I gave you."

"Oh, I finished them," said Goku patting a pile of thick documents on the desk.

"Um, okay...." said the man eyeing the pile. "I guess that means you’re done. You can have the rest of the day off."

"Really? Thanks," said Goku getting up and putting on his coat. "Well, I'll see you tonight then," said Goku and left the office.

The Saiya-jin thought about going home for lunch, but decided to give Chi-Chi a break from the never-ending task of feeding him.

"I should do something nice for her," he said out loud. His eyes wondered around and landed on a store across the street. A calculated grin spread on his face as he walked towards it.

* * * * * * * * * * *

Chi-Chi slowly dried a plate. It had been dried a long time ago, but she continued to wipe it with the towel. She glanced at the clock and the corners of her mouths dropped a bit as she looked at it, 3:00. "It looks like Goku honey’s not going to come home for lunch," she said in a low voice putting the dish down with a sigh.

She turned and scanned around the house looking for something to do. The house was spotless she'd been spending the morning and evening cleaning—now she had nothing left to clean.

"I hope Goten sweetie didn't buy any junk food, that's not good for him," she said and sat down. "Teenagers tend to eat nothing but junk. I've always tried to make healthy lunches for both my boys." She glanced back at the clock. "Goten should be home soon, he's usually home around 3:30. The party's tonight, I wonder if Bulma wants me to bring a dish? She's probably got people to do that for her. I could call and ask her..." Chi-Chi was going to grab the phone and dial her friend's number but stopped, realizing that Bulma would probably be busy with all the things going on at Capsule Corps. "I'd better not call," she said dropping her hands. "Maybe I should get Goku and Goten's suits out for tonight. They probably need ironing. Hmm, I wonder what I should wear?"

Chi-Chi was about to go browse through her closet when the front door opened.

"Goten, honey, is that you?" asked Chi-Chi going towards the door. She stopped when she saw it was Goku. "Goku," she said a smile spreading on her face. "You're home, are you hungry? I can make you something," she said helping him out of his coat.

"No, Chi-Chi, that's okay. I ate out for lunch. I bought you something," he said handing her a package wrapped in brown paper.

"You did? What is it?" she asked taking the bundle.

"Open it," said Goku with a charming smile.

Chi-Chi gave him a curious look and slowly undid the note of the brown cord holding the paper together then unfolded the brown paper. She gasped in delight and let the brown paper fall to her clean floor, holding up what it had contained.

"It's beautiful," she said holding the blue silk china dress up to her frame. A green dragon with golden scales was embroidered on it and it had a high button up collar that went from the shoulder to up the throat and a long slit up the side of one leg.

"Goku, did you pick this out?"

"Well, kind of. The sales clerk helped me, they didn't have any in green."

She jumped up to hug him. "I love it."

Goku laughed and for a moment he reminded her of the carefree Goku she had had before the wish. She also relieved she'd been missing that Goku.

"Go try it on," said Goku giving her a push towards the bedroom.

She gave him a sly smile and ran to go try it on. It fit perfectly, hugging her curves; the dragon’s head curved up and looked like it was resting its head on her breast. She ran her hand down the slick material—she'd never had a silk dress before!

Blushing, Chi-Chi walked out of the bedroom to find Goku sitting on the couch. She frowned when she saw him reading. Damn books! How could I make Gohan and Goten read so many? She calmed down, telling herself that you could learn a lot from books, then walked confidently over to Goku, grabbed the book, flung it over her shoulder, and straddled his waist.

"What do you think?" she asked wrapping her arms around his neck.

"I think you made me lose my place again," said Goku with a smile, then ran his hand up Chi-Chi's hips to her waist.

Chi-Chi giggled then leaned forward to kiss Goku, but she stopped dead when she heard the door open and Gohan and Goten's voice announcing that they were home.

Chi-Chi almost fell in her haste to get off Goku. As an always-proper housewife and mother she wasn't about to let her kids see her kissing on the couch with their father!

"Welcome home," she shouted straightening her dress.

"Mom," they said in shock.

Uh no. Did they see?

"Wow, mom! You look great!" shouted Goten going over to pet her dress.

"You look very pretty, mom," said Gohan smiling as she watched his brother rub some of the fabric between his fingers.

"You like it? Your father bought it for me," said Chi-Chi turning around for them to see. She stopped her twirl as she noticed something about them.

"Goten is that a tear in your shirt?"

"Um...." said Goten looking at his shirt, there was a long slash on the arm.

"And Gohan!" shouted Chi-Chi going over to her oldest son, whose shirt was all cut up.

"Were you two fighting?!" she demanded widening her stance and putting her hands on her hips.

"No, we were mostly running," said Goten in defense.

"Running from what?" demanded Chi-Chi.

"From the principal," said Goten then slapped his hands over his mouth.

"The principal? Why were running from the principal?" said Chi-Chi her eyebrows forking down.

"Um...Did I tell you look great in that dress, mom?" said Goten trying to look innocent.

"Goten! Gohan!"

Both bowed their heads in defeat.

"I was late for work," said Gohan in a low voice.

Chi-Chi shook her head and looked hard at Goten, who didn't seem to want to answer.

"Goten, what did you do?"

"Uh, nothing."

"Don't lie to me."

"I tripped a teacher and looked up her skirt," said Goten cowering.

"You what!?"

"It was an accident! An accident I tell ya! It doesn't give the principal the right to chase me down the school halls in leather, swinging a whip!"

"What?! Do you expect me to believe that?" asked Chi-Chi.

"But it's true!" said Gohan in Goten's defense.

"Oh Gohan, not you too!"

"We're not lying," said both boys at once.

"I've heard enough. Really, Goten this is the fourth outfit you've either lost or ruined."

"But, but—"

"No buts. Now go to your room and get out of those rags. We're leaving here at 6:00 for Bulma's party."

Goten hung his head in defeat and dragged his feet off to his room.

Gohan gulped at Chi-Chi turned to him.

"Gohan, I thought you were never late. Make sure you're on time tomorrow... Shouldn't you be at home? Or are you late for that as well?"

"Um, yes. Sorry mom," said Gohan running out of the house.

Chi-Chi ‘humph-ed’ and turned back to Goku to find that he had his nose back in that stupid book.

"I give up!" she said storming off to the kitchen.

* * * * * * * * * * *

All three Trunks stood in front of a wide mirror in their bathroom. They all laughed at once.

"We don't need a three way mirror... We are a three way mirror," they all said at once. The two Trunks on either side turn to show their sides while the one in the middle stayed facing forward.

They all laughed louder and at once smoothed their white suits.

"They'll never be able to tell us apart like this," said one.

"Yup, we'll all get to be with Pan tonight, and Marron and Goten will never know the difference!"

"They were right when they said three heads are better then one," finished the last.

"All right, plan A," they said together and walked out of the bathroom.

* * * * * * * * * * *

"Oh, my head, ouch. Did I get drunk again...?" groaned Vegeta opening her eyes. "I better not have gone to a lesbian bar this time."

The princess winced and rubbed her head. "I can't believe he hit me," she said remember what had happen. Then she froze as she looked at her hand.

"What the hell!?" She looked at the pair of shiny black gloves that when up just past her elbows.

"Oh, Kami! Please tell me this is just a bad dream...! A really bad dream!" Vegeta got up and look at herself in the full-length mirror by the bed she shared with Bulma.

"Ahhhhhhh! What did he do to me?!"

Vegeta stared, petrified, looking at her reflection. The red dress hugged her body tightly leaving nothing to the imagination. The collar was a square neck going way too far down in Vegeta's opinion... At least, when she was the one wearing it. And, the skirt was far too short, if she lifted both her arms at once she was sure it would slip up too high. Vegeta tested her theory.

"Ahhhh! They're pink! Is that a rabbit print?"

"Let me out of his thing!" Vegeta tried to pull the dress over his head, but the damn thing locked under her too-big bust. "Shit! Damn things! I never thought I'd hate women's breasts in my entire life!" Vegeta pulled the dress back down, trying to stretch it out, but it just returned to its normal length. "Calm down, Vegeta. You know these things have ways out of them. Bulma is always asking you to undo the back...." She began feeling along the back, cursing all the while since the dress made it difficult to lift her arms up after a certain point and the gloves were too slippery to feel much.

"Damn it!" she turned her back to the mirror and tried to find the zipper by sight. "There it is!" she shouted in triumph, then turned pale. "Is that a lock?" Sure enough Bulma had locked the damn thing with one of those tiny suit case locks. "Ah, fuck!" screamed Vegeta, tugging on it.

"Oh Kami! I'm trapped! I'm going to kill him!" She turned to go find her mate, but tripped and fell onto the bed. "What the fuck!?" Vegeta turned to look at the offending object that had tripped her only to find that it was strapped to her feet. Vegeta had a pair of black three-inch heels held onto her feet by thin leather straps circling around her ankles.

"What the hell are these, weapons?" said Vegeta pulling one leg up. "No, Bulma won't give me a weapon to use again him. Oh, no, these are those ridiculous shoes that make her taller! How the hell am I going to walk in these?"

Vegeta groaned and looked again at her reflection frowning in disgust as she saw that her mate had even gone so far as to put make-up and jewelry on her hide. She had a black choker around her neck, a small red gem on a short silver chain lay on her chest, a red bracelet on one wrist over the black gloves, and a red gem ring on the opposite hand. Her lips were the same color at the dress and her eyelids had been painted a shade of black and purple.

"How dare he doodle on me!?"

Just then Bulma walked into the room. He was dressed in a black suit, with a white flower in his breast pocket.

"I do good work, don't I," said Bulma admiring the finished product with pride.

"Get this crap off me now!"

"You don't like it?" said Bulma in a mocking voice. "But, you're so sexy in it!" he said grinning and leaning closer. Bulma blinked and stopped himself from getting too close. Damn it, were did that come from? Don't make passes as Vegeta when he's a she! Bulma yelled at himself.

"Shut up!" shouted Vegeta stepping away from him. "I'm going to get you for this!"

"Oh come on, Vegeta! This is important to me. Do you think I like being a guy?"

"Actually, yes," snapped Vegeta turning her back to Bulma, widening her stance, and crossing her arms.

Bulma stared for several moments at the pose, then shook his head. "Well, I don't," Why didn't that sound as convincing as he'd wanted it to? "Just do this for me this once and I'll make it up to you some day."

Vegeta snorted, "Nothing you ever do is going to make up for me having to wear this," said the princess turning and pointing at the outfit.

"Oh come on! You've worn more revealing clothes as a guy."

"I have not!" shouted Vegeta.

"Yes, you have, Mr. Spandex Shorts! You might as well have been wearing nothing! It's obvious you don't wear any underwear!"

"Speaking of underwear...! How could you!?"

"What?" said Bulma in confusion, then he began to giggle. "But they're so cute!"

"I'll kill you!" shouted Vegeta and started run as best she could in heels at Bulma. Still giggling Bulma ran out of the room with the angry woman behind her.

* * * * * * * * * * *

"So have you got it, Goten?" asked Marron. As soon as they had gotten to the party they'd found Goten and explained their plan to him.

"I don't know about this," said Goten. "Shouldn't you just tell Trunks about your foot?"

"No! I want this night to be special and that'll just ruin it," said Pan.

"Fine, I'll go along with it, but I don't like it."

"That's what I said," said Marron.

Marron was dressed in a green velvet sleeveless short dress. The collar of the dress went up high on her throat. She wore gold hoop earrings and black high heel shoes.

"You look good in that, Marron," said Goten honestly. He himself was dressed in a light blue suit with a red flower perched in the pocket.

"You like it!?" said Marron delighted.

"Yah, it's really you."

"What about me?" Pan asked her uncle.

Pan was dressed in a long purple dress that went down to her toes. It was loose, but showed off her form nicely and the neckline hung loose as well in simple U-shape. The dress had almost no back to it and was sleeveless. She wore white gloves up past her elbows.

"Wow Pan, you're a knock out," said Goten giving her a mock punch in the arm.

"I'll say," said three voices behind them.

Marron, Goten, and Pan turned to see all three Trunks in a row in their white suits. They all bowed at once. "Marron, Pan you two look lovely tonight," they said.

Both girls giggled till Goten leaded over their shoulders. "How are we going to tell them apart? They all look the same."

Both girls stopped laughing and stared at the Trunks.

"Crap," whispered Marron.

"Is something wrong?" asked one Trunks going over to Marron and taking her hand.

"Oh, nothing's wrong," she said leaning into him.

Pan pinched her on the rear. Marron jumped and glared at her. Pan made an eye gesturing for her to follow her.

"Oh, excuse me, Trunks, but I need to use the restroom. Pan, why don't you come with me?"

The two girls left Goten to deal with the three Trunks and hurried to the rest room.

"Why did you pinch me!?" yelled Marron.

"Because something is wrong! Marron, what are we going to do?"

"Well, I'm going to enjoy my date, that's what I'm going to do."

"Marron, please! Come on and help me out," whined Pan.

"Okay, okay. We'll just have to mark them somehow."

"How are we going to do that?" asked Pan.

Marron smiled wickedly and took out her lipstick, applying more to her lips. She smacked them together. "Watch."

For some reason Pan really didn't like the looks of that, but Marron had already left the bathroom, and (trying not to show it) Pan limped after her.

"Sorry, we're back," said Marron cheerfully.

Goten went over to Pan and offered her a glass of punch. "What's the plan?" he whispered into her ear.

"We're going to mark them somehow," Pan whispered back.

"How?" asked Goten. He frowned as Pan's mouth dropped and looked over his shoulder.

Marron had locked her arms around one Trunks' neck and was now kissing him deeply. The Trunks she was kissing was obviously shocked and had his hands out, his fingers twitching. The other two Trunks also stood with their mouths open in shock as the seconds ticked by. Finally Marron pulled away and Trunks gasped for air. She quickly smudged her lipstick on his collar and stepped back.

The dumbfounded Trunks stood there staring at her with wide eyes and lipstick all over his mouth, as well as his collar. He looked like he'd been making out in back.

"Oh, I get it!" said Goten. He walked up to one other stunned Trunks and splashed his drink in his face.

Cough, "Goten, what did you do that for?" said Trunks wiping his face with his hands.

"You moron!" shouted Pan and Marron beating on him.

"Ouch, ouch! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" shouted Goten while trying to fend them off.

"Um.... " the so far unmarred Trunks stepped away from them looking somewhat worried.

"Well, why don't we split up and go mingle?" suggested Marron. She walked over to the lipstick smeared Trunks. "Oops, sorry," said Marron taking a napkin and wiping the lipstick off his face. She then took his arm and lead him away, still shocked. "See you later, guys!" she called hugging Trunks’s arm tighter.

Pan frowned as she watched Marron and one of the Trunks leave.

"Oh, sorry about the drink Trunks, why don't we go to the men's room so you can clean up?" Goten gave Pan a wink as he turned to go leading the other Trunks away.

"Goten, I think you've ruined my suit!" growled Trunks as he left with Goten.

The last Trunks looked around to see if someone was going to jump out and ruin his suit too. When he was satisfied that nothing was going to happen he turned back to Pan. "Well, why don't I introduce you to some of the other guest?" He held out his arms to her and Pan took it.

"Okay, that sounds fun."

Pan bit the inside of her cheek as Trunks lead her off. I hope he doesn't plan on going too far, she thought as she tried not to show her limp.

* * * * * * * * * *

"Now remember Vegeta, just for tonight you're name is Veggi and mine is Brad, you got that?"

"Yah, whatever. Just shut up, will you!?" The Saiya-jin princess turned her back to Bulma and glared angrily at the people around her. Some backed away, a few men smiled charmingly at her, and more then a few gave her a quick look-over.

"Behave yourself, ‘Veggi’," said Bulma in a warning voice. A low growl was Vegeta's answer.

"Bulma!"

Bulma turned his head to see a neatly dressed couple walking toward him.

"Chi-Chi, you look great!" shouted Bulma running over to his friend in a rather girlish fashion. "Oh, that's such a beautiful dress! You have to show me where you got it!"

"You like it? Goku honey got it for me today."

"He did? That's so sweet, Vegeta near buys me dresses," said Bulma turning to look at his husband over his shoulder.

Vegeta snorted in disgust, "I'm never going anywhere near a dress when this is over," she muttered under her breath.

Chi-Chi ran over to Vegeta, "Oh Vegeta, you look so good in that!"

"Shut up!" roared the Saiya-jin princess.

"I agree with Chi-Chi, Vegeta. That looks very good on you, fits you wonderfully" said Goku putting an arm around Chi-Chi's shoulder.

"Shut up, Kakarot, if you know what's good for you!" screamed the enraged woman. "I swear if any of you say one more word about this stupid dress I'll kill you!"

"Oh, stop yelling, sweet thing," said Bulma slapping the Saiya-jin-turned-human on the rear.

"That's it, you're dead!" shouted Vegeta.

"Ahhhhh!" shouted Bulma jumping out of Vegeta's reach as the Saiya-jin princess grabbed at him. "Now, now, calm down, Veggie-chan!"

"Grrrrrrrrrrrrrr....!!"

"Not in front of the guests!"

Vegeta made another grab for his Saiya-jin mate. Bulma ran out of the angry woman's reach, again protesting loudly. Several of the guests watched at the enraged woman chased Bulma down, till he ran between two tables and realized that he'd gone down a dead end. Bulma closed his eyes and ran fast.

Several of the guests spit out their drinks as Bulma ran start up the wall and onto the roof of a small tool shed.

"You get down here right this minute and take your punishment like a man!" yelled Vegeta waving her arms at Bulma. Bulma looked down to see tons of people staring at him and Vegeta. "Great way to start a party." Sigh. "Vegeta's already driving me up the walls." He glanced down at Vegeta who was now standing below him with her arms crossed and an angry frown on her face, tapping one foot impatiently on the soft green grass.

"Oh my, those two don't seem to be getting along very well," said Chi-Chi to Goku.

"Sure looks that way, it's not surprising considering both are stubborn and have too much pride," answered Goku. "Why don't we leave them alone?"

"Yah, that might be a good idea," nodded Chi-Chi eyeing the two as they started screaming insults and curses at each other.

"Good, I'll introduce you to my boss," said Goku taking her by the arm and leading her away.

* * * * * * * * * * *

"...And she chased both me and my brother down the halls with a bullwhip. I didn't know what to do."

"Hmm, that's nice," said Trunks.

"What?!" shouted Goten, who had been explaining to his friend what hellish torments he'd been putting up with that last couple of days. He looked in the direction that Trunks was and followed his gaze till he spotted the object of Trunks' affection: Pan.

"Damn it, Trunks, you haven't been listening to a word I've said have you!"

"That's nice."

"Trunks!" shouted Goten right in the half-Saiya-jin's ear.

"Ahhhhhhh!" shouted Trunks while falling over. "Goten, what'd you do that for?"

"Because you weren't listening to me!" shouted Goten helping him back up.

"Sorry, I guess I was a little distracted," muttered Trunks while dusting himself off.

"A little," snorted Goten. "Trunks, just tell me how do I get all those girls to leave me alone?"

"You don't, you just put up with it," advised Trunks finally giving his attention to his best friend.

"What?! No, there has to be some way of getting them to go away. What did you do?"

"Me, I ran most of the time."

"Come on, Trunks! You're a genius, you've got to have some way to get them to leave me alone," whined Goten looking very desperate.

"Oh okay, just don't whine at me with that stupid voice. Hmmmm," said the demi-Saiya-jin scratching his chin. "Have you thought about missing some school?"

Goten nodded his head, "Yup, but there's girls in my closet, so I couldn't fake it."

"Let me guess, they call themselves the 'Goten's Preservation Club,' right?"

"Yes! How did you know?"

"Lucky guess," replied Trunks shaking his head.

"Well, Goten, you have only one real option, in my opinion. It's probably the only one that will work."

"What?! What is it?" asked Goten leaning closer to him.

"Simple, just pick one and make her your girlfriend," said Trunks grinning.

"What?!"

"If you're taken, all the girls will divert their energy to trying to scare your girlfriend away and leave you alone," explained the purple haired Trunks.

"But that's terrible! With the number of girls chasing me at school, any girl I pick won't last an hour! They'd eat her alive!"

"Now you know why I never dated much in school," said Trunks. "Just pick one that can take care of herself."

"Yah, but what about when the wish wears off and everything goes back to normal?! I mean, I can't just dump the poor girl when it's all over."

"Better pick wisely then," said Trunks patting his shoulder. "How about that one?" said Trunks pointing at a woman in the crowd. "She quite rich and the owner of her own company."

"Hmmm, too short."

"Okay, how about that one?" said Trunks pointing at another woman. "She's the daughter of a very wealthy man, she's supposed to be a genius."

"You know I can't stand talking to people that use big words," said Goten.

"Ahhhh! Well, how about that one?" said Trunks in frustration pointing to another woman sitting down at a table.

"Trunks! That's your father!"

"What!? Eek!" squeaked Trunks before turning an interesting shade of green.

* * * * * * * * * * *

If looks could kill, everything within a mile ratio of the Saiya-jin princess would have been flash fried. Vegeta sat slumped in her chair with her arms folded in a very unladylike position. Why the hell do all those morons keep dropping things?! She wondered as yet another man dropped his fork right in front of her, and bent to pick it up. He made eye contact with her briefly before Vegeta snorted and turned her head to the side.

Vegeta was in a very bad mood, after losing Bulma on the rooftops she'd given up on the chase and tried retreating to a less populated area to be alone. Unfortunately, it seemed that for some stupid reason people just wouldn't leave her alone. She'd changed locations several times trying to escape the annoying chatter of women and the dumb-looking young men. They often had a strange glint in their eyes that the Saiya-jin princess didn't like at all. She felt like they were undressing her with their eyes!

Vegeta snorted in disgust.

"Veggi dear."

Vegeta's frown deepened as she turned her head to see her mate standing in front of her.

"What?" she asked in a pointedly flat voice.

"Veggi, tell me how many men have dropped things like this fork in front of you?" asked Bulma dropping his fork to the ground.

"I don't know, why are you asking stupid questions like that?" growled Vegeta.

Bulma bent over to retrieve the fork, "...and how many of them bent over and picked it up like this?"

Vegeta glared at his mate wondering, if she sprang up now, could she smack him before he had time to retreat?

"And, how many of them turned to look at you like this?" asked Bulma turning his head to look at Vegeta while still bent over.

"Just what the hell are you getting at?!" demanded the angry Saiya-jin-turned-human.

Bulma lowered his eyes and Vegeta followed his gaze till......

With a yip, Vegeta slammed her legs together. She turned red in the face with both anger and embarrassment, then, snarling, kicked out at Bulma's face with her spiked heel.

"Woah! Watch it there, you could kill someone with those," said Bulma, catching the foot.

"That's the idea!"

Bulma clicked his tongue at her and set her foot back down. "Vegeta, you have to think about what you're doing. Try acting like a woman, cross your legs."

"Act like a woman, hah!"

Bulma winced and glanced around at all the odd looks people were giving them.

"Veggi," Bulma hissed between his teeth. "Not so loud."

The Saiya-jin princess snorted and turned her head to the side, steaming, also making sure to keep her legs shut. "I'm going to make your life a living hell when this is over."

"I don't doubt it," said Bulma. "I'm going to see some clients, try not to get into any trouble, okay?"

Vegeta watched him go, glaring daggers at his back.

* * * * * * * * * * *

"That's a good one," laughed the Trunks with Marron.

She giggled into her hand, "Yah, I heard it at work." She leaned closer to Trunks, "So how's life as Capsule Corps' Vice President?"

"Well, you know, a few explosions here, a mountain of paper work there, and tons of people that don't know what they're doing running around like chickens with their heads cut off," Trunks drew a finger across his throat.

"And how's life when you're not the high and mightily Vice President?" asked Marron leaning on her hands and looking at Trunks in a dreamy way.

"Outside of work, I don't have a life!" laughed Trunks. "It's a full time job."

"Oh, come on Trunks, you must of done something lately! Hang out with your friends, doing a little training, going out on dates...?" she said raising an eyebrow at him curiously.

Trunks shrugged his shoulders, "Well, Goten's probably the one I see the must of outside the office, but he's got school and what-not so we only see each other about once a week. As for training, same old, same old. Dad uses me as his punching bag and I try not to get beaten to a pulp. As for dates, well...." Trunks shrugged his shoulders again. "I really haven't had one is a long time."

"Oh?" queried Marron, scooting closer. She leaned closer and was going to offer a solution to that problem when a soft music filled the air.

"Ahhhh! I almost forgot my promise to Pan!"

"What?" asked Trunks very confused.

Marron got up and ran off. "I'll be back in a few minutes," she called over her shoulder.

* * * * * * * * * * *

Trunks bit his lip. Pan didn't seem too interested in going around and talking to the guests, she seem to mostly want to say in one spot. Was he doing something wrong?

Just then the air was filled with a soft melody and smiling widely he turned to her.

"Would you like to-"

"Trunks!"

Pan and Trunks turned to see Marron running towards them, she proceeded to latch onto Trunks' arm.

"Marron? What are you-"

"There you are, Trunks, dance with me!" shouted Marron puffing and out of breath.

"But I—"

"Shut up and dance!" she yelled pulling him away from Pan.

"Mmm.... O-kay..." said Trunks quietly as Marron dragged him away.

Once he was gone Pan sighed, then watched as the two danced around in graceful circle.

"Wow, they're such good dancers," sighed Pan admiring their grace. Trunks dipped Marron low. "I couldn't dance like that even if my foot was fine." She watched them move about, wishing she was Marron and could move with that same fluid motion. "They look just like a couple," she said with a small frown.

* * * * * * * * * * *

Goku twirled Chi-Chi in a slow circle then pulled her close hugging her tight against him as the slow dance slowly ended.

"Goku, I had no idea you were such a good dancer," said Chi-Chi, smiling warmly up at him.

"Oh, I picked up a few moves from a Snake Princess when I died the first time," grinned Goku. A few people that were close enough to hear stared at the two oddly.

The music switched to a fast, upbeat tune and Chi-Chi turned to leave.

"Where are you going?" asked Goku.

Chi-Chi turned to look at him; he held the flower he'd had in his jacket pocket. He walked over to her and ran it from her forehead down her nose to her lips.

Smiling devilishly, Chi-Chi bit the stem as Goku grabbed her and swung her in a wide circle. He twirled her back to him and the twosome's feet moved in a fast paced dance step, with Goku dipping, turning, and swinging Chi-Chi around. It didn't take long for a circle to form around them as they danced with an energetic passion. Chi-Chi's hair came loose from the two buns she tied them in as Goku snapped her up from a low dip with incredible speed. The red ribbons she'd used to tie them fell to the ground, completely forgotten. Goku twirled her in several circles, her hair flying every where and her dress pulling up to her thighs. He picked her up and swung her into the air, catching her at the music stopped and leaned over her.

The people around them clapped loudly as Chi-Chi blushed in embarrassment and took the flower out of her mouth. She gave Goku a shy smile as he pulled her back up.

"Did that Snake Princess teach you that, too?"

"No, I made that one up," smiled Goku, pulling her away from the dance floor.

* * * * * * * * * * *

Gohan growled darkly before falling out of the air and landing on his butt. "Ouch!"

"You're not concentrating," said Piccolo opening one eye to scowl at the fallen demi-Saiya-jin-turned-Namek sei-jin from his seat in mid-air.

"I can't help it!" shouted Gohan. "I'd like to see you concentrate when you're as stressed out as I am!"

"I could concentrate just when a new enemy appears just as well as when I'm alone with no one to bug me," said the Namek sei-jin.

"Enemy! Enemies I can handle, crazy wishes granted by loony dragons I can't!"

"It can't be that bad kid. Get a grip," said Piccolo.

"'Can't be that bad!?' My wife won't let me near her, my daughter is dating three men at once! Three! I got chased down the halls by my boss in a bondage outfit and a whip, my class shows me no respect like this, and my couch is too damn small!" shouted Gohan nearly blowing the Namek sei-jin away.

"Come on, Mr. Piccolo, I need to vent my frustrations! Let's fight!" shouted Gohan.

Piccolo glared at his student. The normal Gohan didn't like to fight, unless he was training for an important fight. The boy was far too stressed out, he was out of control. "Gohan, we will not fight till you can meditate with no thoughts running through your head for over an hour."

"Why the hell not!?" shouted Gohan annoyed.

Piccolo was a bit taken back by the boy's language, he'd never heard such words from him. "Gohan, you need to calm down. Namek sei-jinkians are normally a very peaceful race we don't have emotions of rage. That's why I was sent to earth, such emotions are very dangerous to our kind. If you don't calm down you could lose control of your power. And, with a strength like yours, there is no telling what you'll do."

Gohan huffed in frustration. "This isn't working, Mr. Piccolo, I just can't concentrate," said Gohan bowing his head. "Can't we just spar a little...? It might help me..."

Piccolo considered the request, but decided it wasn't worth it. It was too risky with Gohan so emotional. "No, son, just try your meditation again."

Gohan snorted and got up. "I'm going to try mediating by myself." He flew away and Piccolo watched him go with a concerned look in his eyes.

Gohan flew several miles away and landed in an empty desert that stretched as far as the eye could see.

"Perfect," he smiled then powered up a bit. He focused his energy and soon he began to glow softly. Then there was a flash of ki and where one Gohan had stood now were two.

"Just a little sparring," they both said then crouched down.

* * * * * * * * * * *

Vegeta sat in her chair brows pulled down in annoyance. The man that had tried to have a conversation with her had finally given up, but had been replaced by another as soon as his rear had left the chair. Vegeta refused to even look at the man as he made himself comfortable.

"Well, well, miss, it would seem you're quick the popular girl tonight," said the man.

Vegeta frowned deeper.

"My name is Todd Cook. I work for a magazine called 'Tumble Time.' You won't know it by any chance?"

"What is that? Some kind of stupid wrestling magazine or something?" said Vegeta in a very annoyed voice.

"Well, we do cover sports sometimes, when it comes to wrestling, though, it's usually with lots of mud."

"Mud?" said Vegeta in disgust. "What damn fool came up with that? What's the point?"

"Oh I assure you, miss, that it's quite popular. The mud make the wrestlers more slippery."

"Well, I guess that makes sense," said Vegeta. Well, she really didn't mind talking about fighting, although this style seemed rather strange.

"Yup, you understand. You seem like a well endowed girl, you by any chance wouldn't be interested in doing such a thing for our magazine, know would you?"

"Wrestling in mud?" said Vegeta raising an eyebrow at the man.

"Yup, nothing but mud," said the man. "We'd give you an opponent and take pictures of the two of you fighting."

Vegeta snorted, "What's the point? I'd win no matter who you put up against me." The Saiya-jin princess crossed her arms and leaned back in her seat.

"I don't know, we've got some pretty muscular men you can fight."

Vegeta snorted again. "No contest."

"Oh, would you care to try it then? I bet that you'll end up being the one pinned."

"Like hell I would!" growled Vegeta turning on the man.

"Good, then I'll see you tomorrow around 2:00. What do you think?"

Vegeta was going to answer the man when Bulma came running up to them.

"Veggi, what are you doing with this trash!" Vegeta raised an eyebrow at him.

"Don't you know what kind of person that is?!" demanded Bulma pointing at Todd.

"Someone that takes pictures," said Vegeta uninterested. "What are you so worked up about?"

"You idiot! Do you know what kind of pictures he takes!? The kind that Master Roshi is always looking at!"

Vegeta's jaw dropped and she paled a bit. "I think I'm going to be sick," she said.

"Does this mean you won't do the shots?"

"Yes, that's what that means!" shouted Bulma. He grabbed the man by the arm and pulled him out of the chair.

"All right, all right! I get the idea, I know when I'm not wanted."

"Damn right you're not wanted here! Get off my property, now!" shouted Bulma.

"Sheesh! Fine, I'll go, but first can I use your bathroom?"

"Kami!" shouted Bulma pulling at his hair. "Fine, you can use my bathroom, it should be empty. Then you get your ass off my property."

"Man, are you his wife or something?" said the man turning to Vegeta.

The Saiya-jin princess just snorted again.

"Come on," growled Bulma leading the man to her and Vegeta's private bathroom.

"There, use it and be quick about it."

"Man, you're really unfriendly," said the man disappearing into the room. After using the toilet he washed his hands and looked around for a towel. Unfortunately none were hanging up so he started looking around for them. He opened a dour and started rummaging through it till he came across some photos. He picked them up and looked at them, a big smile spreading across his face as he stuck them in his coat pocket.

* * * * * * * * * * *

Goten bit into a small biscuit and munched loudly. "Hummmmm, yummy," he said around a massive mouth full.

"Really, Goten, have you no manners?" asked Trunks handing him a napkin.

"Thanks," said Goten taking the offered napkin and wiping his face. As he finished he was going to ask Trunks some thing when a mob of richly dressed woman came herding around the corner.

"Look, it's Trunks-san!"

"Who's that stud he's with!?"

"What a pair of hotties!"

Goten and Trunks paled.

"Run!" said Trunks. Goten wasted no time and ran with Trunks right beside him and a herd of single women at their heels.

"We'll never lose them like this!" shouted Goten glancing back behind him.

"Separate!" Shouted Trunks running to his right. Goten ran to the left and the herd split going after either running bachelor.

* * * * * * * * * * *

"Help me!" shouted Goten running faster. He turned a corner and dove over a table, crawling under it just as the group of screeching women ran around the corner after him.

He sighed in relief as they passed without spotting him.

"Well, I guess I lost Trunks... Just like Pan asked, although I would have preferred a different method." He sighed again and got up, dusting himself off. Unfortunately, the herd returned just then. Goten let out a small ‘eep’ and ran. He cursed as his ears picked up the soft sound of a love song.

* * * * * * * * * * *

Trunks looked at Pan she was acting strange. Every time he'd offered to go do something she'd mumbled some excuse and refused to move at all. I must have done something to upset her he thought trying to think of what it was unsuccessfully. His ears once again caught the sound of a soft romance song and he smiled. Here's my chance!

"Hey Kitten, would you like to-"

"Trunks!"

"Not again.... Ahhhh!" Trunks turned towards the shout only to be grabbed and flung over the shoulder of his best friend who had a herd of love-sick girls racing after him.

"Goten, what are you doing?!"

"For Kami-sama's sake Trunks, they'll eat us alive! Run, run!"

Trunks didn't argue as he jumped off Goten's shoulder and ran alone with his best friend. He knew the hellish torments of being caught by such a crowd.

Pan blinked in surprise and watched as the two took off at a dead run.

"Well, I guess this is a good thing," she said, a long pause. "I guess.…"

* * * * * * * * * * *

All three Trunks meet in the bathroom as they had planned; two were out of breath.

"What happened to you two?" asked the one that wasn't panting.

"You don't want to know," said one.

"Man, this sucks! I didn't get to dance with Pan at all," complained the one that had been Pan's date.

"What? Why didn't you ask her?" said another Trunks.

"I tried, but every time a song came up something strange would happen."

"What do you mean something strange?" asked one Trunks suspiciously.

"Well, first Marron came running up to me and demanded I dance with her when the first song came on."

"What!?" shouted one Trunks. "When I heard the first slow song go on Marron jumped up saying she promised Pan something and would be right back."

"She did?" said other Trunks.

"What happened the other time?" asked one of the Trunks?

"Well, I was going to ask her again, but Goten showed up just then with a herd of women hot on his heels and I had no choice but to run for it."

"What?! I was also being chased by some women, that's how I got separated from Goten. Why did he lead them to you and Pan?"

All three Trunks were silent a moment.

"Do you think that-"

"Pan doesn't want to-"

"Be around us," finished one of the Trunks.

All three Trunks suddenly looked very unhappy.

"Do you guys still want to trade places?" asked the one that had been with Pan so far.

"Maybe I did something to upset her and one of you can fix it."

"Maybe," said both Trunks.

"But I doubt that any one of us would have acted any different around her," said one Trunks.

"Yah, so don't feel bad about it okay?" said the other Trunks going over and patting his shoulder.

"Okay," said the Trunks in a low voice. "Which one should I hang with—Marron or Goten?"

"Why not Marron, she's bound to make you laugh," said the one that had been talking to Marron so far.

"Yah! Marron's great!" said the other Trunks. "She'll have you feeling better in no time."

"Okay," the Trunks they'd been speaking to, he gave them a small smile. "Who will you two pair up with?"

"Um, I was with Goten last time so can I be with Pan this time?" asked one Trunks.

"I guess that's only fair," said the other Trunks. "But I want to be with her too tonight."

"Okay, and don't worry. I'll find out what's wrong," promised Trunks.

"All right lets do it," they said together and left the men's room.

* * * * * * * * * * *

Yajirobe scanned around the crowded area as he stuffed his face with a turkey leg. "Man, I thought these snobby rich people’s parties where suppose to be entertaining." He tossed the turkey leg over one shoulder and wiped his face with the back of his hand.

"Have you seen her?" he heard a man ask another man.

"Oh yeah, she's so hot!" said the other man.

"Yah, but she's incredibly unfriendly. She won't even talk to me."

"That's because you're a loser," said the other man.

"What?! No one here could get that girl's attention, she acts like she's royalty or something, always turning her nose way from all the guys trying to talk to her."

"Who are you two talking about?" asked Yajirobe rudely cutting into their conversation.

"Oh, that really hot woman sitting over there," said the man pointing at a woman that sat with her arms and legs crossed in a red mini dress.

"Ha, big deal! I could get her all over me by the end of the night if I wanted to," said Yajirobe puffing out his gut.

"Yah right. That's a good one, man. She won't even give you the time."

"Oh, you two think you're so hot with your fancy clothes and your thick wallets, but that's not what women like that want," said Yajirobe crossing his fat arms.

"What do they want then?" asked one of the men leaning closer.

"Why, they want strong men of course. A woman built like that won't give you a second look if you're nothing but a skinny twig."

The two men give him an odd look.

"And I suppose that they like fat pigs like you," laughed one of the men.

The other man laughed as well. "You really think a woman would take you over a rich man, even if they were a twig? Ha, that's ridiculous. I'll believe it when I see it."

"Fine then, watch the master and see how it's done, boys," said Yajirobe and waddled off to the empty seat next to the talked about woman in the little red dress.

* * * * * * * * * * *

Vegeta glared forward, impatiently tapping her finger on her arm. She couldn't wait for this stupid party to be over with so she could be alone. She wanted to kill something so badly she could almost smell the blood. At the thought of a mass massacre of all the stupid guests at Bulma's party the corner of her mouth twitched up for a brief grin, which suddenly dropped.

"Oh Kami, no," muttered Vegeta under her breath as she saw that ridiculous Yajirobe come waddling her way. She couldn't stand that fat ass, he was so full of himself and had no way of backing any of his bull up.

Her eyebrows forked down farther as he parked his mass in the chair next to her. Vegeta simply turned her head to the opposite direction so that she didn't have to see him.

"Well, I thought I'd come over here seeing as you're all alone," said Yajirobe addressing her.

I want to be alone, you ass, thought Vegeta.

"Hey, don't be like that! I know I'm not much to look at, but I'll have you know I'm a very strong man."

Vegeta snorted at that.

"No, I'm seriously. I'm probably the strongest man on his planet."

"Bullshit," said Vegeta. Hell, he wasn't even the strongest human on the damn planet!

"You don't believe me? Well I can prove it. Do you remember some time ago when there was news about some aliens coming to attack the earth?"

Vegeta's eyes glanced at him. He couldn't be talking about when I came to earth, could he? she wondered.

"Oh, you probably were too young to remember, or not even born yet," said Yajirobe.

Vegeta snorted again and turned her head farther away from the annoying fat man.

"Well, you see there was this race of bloodthirsty killers called the 'Saiya-jins' and they were the aliens coming to kill us all. You have no idea how strong they were, they were real monsters."

The corner of Vegeta's mouth twitched up again. Well, it would seem that the fat ass was talking about when she came to earth the first time. Is he going to brag about stabbing me in the back? What an asshole.

"Yup, I had to fight them, I did. I wasn't afraid or any thing, I was sure I could handle those two freaks easily."

Vegeta bit down on his lip to keep from both laughing and punching him as the pig started telling his story, painting himself as the hero. Like hell that moron hadn't been scared, he'd been blubbering like a chicken as soon as Vegeta had looked at his fat face. Vegeta tried to tune the idiot out, but was having little to no luck.

"And then that Vegeta fellow, he really turned it to a monster! A giant, hairy ape, with teeth as big as a man, and eyes the color of blood."

Vegeta smirked again, Yeah, I really was a monster, you fat pig, and I would have ripped you to pieces. You should be glad you got to see me in that state, few have ever seen the royal family transform, even among our own kind.

"But I wasn't afraid, in fact I tricked the dumb ape, I did. I snuck around behind him, and—" he made a cutting gesture with his arm, "Cut his tail clean off."

Vegeta's face when slack a moment and he turned all the way to look at Yajirobe.

The fat man puffed up with pride, thinking he's gotten her attention and interest. "Yup, just one swing was all it took and—"

"You bastard!" screamed Vegeta jumping on him.

"Ahhhh! Get off me, you crazy woman!"

Vegeta wrapped his hands around Yajirobe's fat neck and began crushing the life out of him. "You fat ass! If you hadn't cut my tail off I'd have won that fight!" she screamed into his face shaking him. "I'd have kill that moron Kakarot and then skinned everyone of you annoying pigs!" Vegeta continued to choke Yajirobe causing quite a crowd of spectators to form.

"I would be the ruler of the universe right now if it hadn't been for you!"

"Vegeta! What are you doing?!" shouted Bulma going over and trying to pull the cursing woman off Yajirobe.

"Let go of him!"

"NO! Not till I've gutted his fat ass!" growled Vegeta.

Bulma got a hold of Vegeta and yanked, pulling them both to the ground. He stood up holding Vegeta around the middle and pinning both of her arms to her side.

"Let me go! He's dead!" shouted Vegeta struggling in Bulma's grip.

"Vegeta, calm down! Why the hell do you want to kill Yajirobe?!"

"That bastard cut off my tail! Now that I know it's him, I'm going to kill him!"

Yajirobe backed away from the two. "Oh Kami! That's Vegeta!"

"That's right, you fat pig, you'd better run and find a hole to hide in, because when I get back to normal I'm going to find you and skin you alive!"

Yajirobe turned tail and ran as fast as his chubby legs could carry him.

The two men that had been talking to Yajirobe earlier shrugged at a lost to understand what had just happened.

"You have to admit it though, he was right," said one.

"What do you mean?" asked the other.

"Well, he did get her all over him."

* * * * * * * * * * *

Goku stood chatting away with all the businessmen. They all thought he was one of them. Some new rich man, possibly a young man that had inherited his business from someone.

All the men there were greatly impressed with him and were asking him many business questions regard what he would do in their place.

"Oh, I'd definitely buy some more share of that stock. It's bound to jump in price soon," said Goku.

"You think so? I don't know, my broker says it's a high risk stock."

"Trust me," smiled Goku. "It'll go up."

"Excuse me," said a man joining them. He went over and shook Goku's hand. "My name is Jerry Higgins. Would you mind coming over to my office tomorrow for an interview?" he said handing Goku a card.

"Well, I might be able to after work," said Goku taking the card and smiling.

"Good, then I hope to see you there," said the man bowing and leaving the Group.

"Hmmm," said Goku looking down at the card. It read: 'N.A.S.A' in big, red letters.

* * * * * * * * * * *

Pan could sense that something was different about Trunks then before, he was more eager to please. Not that she was complaining, but it didn't help her ankle problem. In fact, all the moving she'd done already was almost more then she could bear.

"Pan, do you want to sit down?" asked Trunks.

"Yes, please," she said smiling at him. He helped her into a chair then sat down beside her.

"Pan, have I done anything to upset you?" asked Trunks turning to look at her.

Pan turned away, oh Kami she felt bad. "No, I'm having a good time, Trunks," she said trying to smile warmly at him. It didn't look as convincing as she'd hoped. Pan wasn't having a good time, her ankle hurt too much and despite it being her plan she was lonely whenever Trunks was pulled away by Goten or Marron. Kami, how I wanted to dance with him she thought almost feeling like crying in frustration.

Fate must hate me thought Pan as another slow sound started up and people started dancing.

They both just sat watch for several seconds as the other couples danced. Pan knew that Trunks was waiting for another person to call him away, she felt terrible. She knew that he knew.

"Do you want to dance?" he asked in a low voice.

Pan lifted her head and looked at him. She couldn't hold eye contact with him long though she could see the love in his eyes, even if they were sad.

"Sorry Trunks, I can't dance with you," she was amazed her voice didn't crack.

Pan didn't see the hurt look that crossed Trunks face since her head was bowed. They sat there for several more seconds as the song faded into the night.

"Sorry.... would you please excuse me?" said Trunks leaping up.

Pan snapped her head up, "Trunks—" But Trunks was already up and practically running.

"Wait, I—" Pan got up to run after him, but tripped and fell from her weak ankle. Pan pulled her self back up into the chair and sat down with her head in her hands. She had large grass stains on her dress.

She shook her head and tried to hold them back, but soon tears were flowing down her cheeks.

* * * * * * * * * * *

Marron took a drink of her glass and looked at Trunks. Something was different; something was wrong. Trunks had a very sad look in his eyes compared to when she'd seen him before, and he wasn't as talkative either.

"Trunks, is something wrong?" she asked touching his hand.

Trunks closed his hand around hers and brought it up to his lips. "No, Marron, I'm fine," he said not looking at her. His voice sounded depressed.

"No, you're not fine. I can tell," said Marron reaching over to twist his head up to look at her. Their eyes met briefly before Trunks turned his away.

He's not upset, he's down right miserable thought Marron. His eyes looked so sad. She's always known Trunks was easy to depress, that's one of the reason he was best friends with Goten. Goten more then made up for Trunks lack of cheerfulness at times.

"Come on, you can tell me what's wrong," she said.

"Really, nothing's wrong, Marron. I've just been under a little stress lately, that's all," he said eyes never looking her way.

"Trunks, unlike your sister, you are a terrible liar," said Marron. Trunks didn't answer and Marron was at a loss, she had no idea what could have made him so depressed. He'd been with her the whole night and they'd been having a blast. She looked at him closely and her eyes widened. This isn't the same Trunks there's no lipstick on his collar!

Oh Kami, what did Pan do?

"It's Pan isn't it?"

Trunks raised his head to look at her. "No Pan—"

"Trunks!"

Trunks shut his lips.

"Listen, you can tell me, Trunks."

Trunks looked like he was going to answer, but just then one of his doubles came running by looking heart broken as he passed them.

"Excuse me, Marron," said Trunks getting up to go after his other self.

Marron got up and started looking for Pan.

* * * * * * * * * *

Goten and Trunks were walking around talking when they came across Pan sitting alone.

"Tiger Lily, what's wrong?" asked Trunks going over to her and kneeling down in front of her despite the grass stains it caused on his white suit.

"Trunks!" she cried flinging herself into his arms. "I'm sorry!" she cried into his chest.

"Pan, what's wrong?" repeated Trunks rubbing circles on her bare back.

"I'm so stupid, I should have told you, but I didn't," she sobbed into his chest.

"What's going on?" asked Goten not understanding.

"It's my ankle *sniff* I hurt it today. I didn't want to *hiccup* tell you, because I thought it would ruin today. But, it looks like I did that anyway."

Trunks gentle lifted the hem of her dress to see. "Oh Pan, you should have told us! We would have understood."

"I know *sniff*. I so stupid, I really hurt you. I'm sorry."

"You hurt me? Uh oh. Goten would you do me a favor?"

"What?" asked the demi-Saiya-jin.

"Would you go to Karin tower and get a senzu?"

"Oh! Why didn't I think of that?" said Goten smacking his fist into his hand.

"Maybe because you're not that smart?" said Trunks in a teasing voice.

"Hey!"

"Just get going, will you? Pan can you get on my back?"

"*Sniff* why?"

"Oh, I've just got to go find my other selves and explain what happened. Unless you don't want to come with me."

"NO! I want to."

He smiled at her, "All aboard, then," he said giving her his back. She wiped her nose and climbed on his back.

"Trunks, I really am sorry," she said hugging his neck.

"I know, kitten. Just got to go tell the others, is that okay?"

She nodded and managed a smile. Trunks smiled back and got up.

* * * * * * * * * * *

Gohan punched out at himself, but his double ducked and hit him in the face. He fell to the ground and panted a big smile on his face.

"Oh, I feel much better." He got up and walked over to his double. "I guess we should go back to Mr. Piccolo. Let's rejoin."

The Namek sei-jin before him smiled in a way that Gohan was not familiar with at all.

"What the—"

Gohan's double's hand leapt out and clapped him on the shoulder with an iron grip, and Gohan cried out in pain as his energy was pulled from him. The double then slammed his knee into Gohan's chest and let him fall to the ground.

"I don't think I want to go back," laughed the copy.

"What?" wheezed Gohan. "You are me... why won't... you want to?"

"Simple, you're weak and pathetic! You want to go back to that hell! Well, I don't!"

Without another word the copy jumped into the sky and left.

"Wait!" panted Gohan getting up to his knees. This is nuts! What just happened? I attacked myself!

"He didn't feel evil, just angry," said Gohan still holding his chest. "Oh Kami, what if he does something to the others?" Gohan stood up feeling very weak. "I've got to get him to come back." Gohan fell back to the ground. "I feel so weak," he muttered into the dirt.

* * * * * * * * * * *

Piccolo's eyes opened as he felt that something wasn't right. "Gohan," he said looking in the direction the boy hand taken off.

"No, you didn't!" he growled. "Stupid boy!" Piccolo leapt into the sky and began screeching for his student. He found him lying on his stomach out in the middle of nowhere.

"Gohan," he called turning the boy over. "Gohan, wake up! What did you do?!"

Gohan opened his eyes and looked up at his teacher. "Mr. Piccolo?"

"Gohan, I told you to calm yourself! What did you do?" demanded the Namek sei-jin as he helped his student sit up.

"Sorry, Mr. Piccolo. I was sparring with myself. I didn't think it would do anything, but when I told my copy that we should rejoin and go back he punched me and stole a lot of my energy."

"Damn it, boy! Do you have any idea what you just did?!"

Gohan blinked and looked at his teacher.

"That copy has all your frustration and anger in it. Just like when Kami separated from the first Piccolo, only with a different emotion."

"What are you saying?!" shouted Gohan grabbing Piccolo's arm.

"That copy doesn't care about the same things that you do, it's going to try to vent its frustrations. The question is, on who?"

"Oh no! How do we stop it?"

"All you have to do it grab it and force it to join with you again. It can't kill you or it would die as well, and vice a verse."

"Oh, great!" shouted Gohan getting up with help from Piccolo.

"Who were you the most frustrated with?" asked Piccolo.

"I don't know, it was pretty even for everyone."

"Crap, then we have no idea who you're going to go after first. Probably the first one you came across that's been bugging you."

"Oh no, we've go to find him," said Gohan trying to gather his strength.

"Save it, boy," said Piccolo slinging him over his shoulder. "We're going to get you a senzu first.

* * * * * * * * * *

One of the Trunks sat up in the branches of a thick tree looking up at the sky, the other sat under the same tree also gazing up.

"So, she really said that?" asked the one at the bottom.

"Yes," answered the one up high in a depressed voice.

They stared up into the stars, not speaking for a long time.

"What did we do wrong?" asked the one up high.

"I don't know. Maybe we just have bad luck with women."

They both sighed at once.

"Hey, you two!"

Both Trunks turned around at the call. The one in the tree was so surprised he fell out on top of the other.

"Wooo!"

"Ouch! That hurt! You're not exactly light, you know!"

"Sorry that hurt me too. Are you calling me fat!"

"No! Why would I do that? You're me!"

"...Oh yeah."

They heard giggling coming from behind them and turned to see their other self with Pan on his back. They were both laughing at them.

"It's not funny!" shouted both Trunks trying to de-tangle themselves.

"Ouch, that's my leg you idiot!"

"Hey, I can't tell the difference and you're only insulting yourself."

"Oh shut up!"

Pan and the non-grounded Trunks laughed harder.

They got up and brushed themselves off, trying to hold on to some pride.

"Man, all three of these suits are ruined," said one of the Trunks.

"Yeah," laughed another Trunks. "We look like we've been rolling around on the ground."

"Oh, but you're the one with lipstick on his collar," teased one Trunks.

"What?! Ahhh! How did that get there?"

They all laughed again.

"I'm sorry you guy, that's all my fault. I asked Marron to help me."

They all turned to look at her.

"What do you mean?" asked one Trunks.

"I hurt my ankle and I didn't want to ruin tonight, which I did any way. I asked Marron and Goten to help me out in trying to hide it from you. Sorry," she said lowering her head.

"Then you don't hate us?" asked one Trunks.

Pan snapped her head, "Hell no! I love you guys!"

"Yes!" shouted all three Trunks.

"Can I have this dance?" asked one Trunks going over and bowing low to Pan.

"Trunks, I can't dance with his foot, it hurts to much to put any weight on it," said Pan.

"Then fly with me, Tiger Lily," he said smiling as he offered her his hand and levitated up off the ground by an inch or two.

Pan laughed and took his hand wrapping her arms around his neck. "You're a genius, Trunks!" she said levitating up with him.

"We know we are!" they all say and laughed as they began to dance.

"To bad we don't have any music," joked Pan. To her surprise and delight all three Trunks began to sing a fast, upbeat song. Pan laughed louder and soon was singing a long with them. They didn't care if they were off key they were just having fun as they traded off dancing with Pan.

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Goten landed on Karin's tower and blinked in surprise as he spotted Gohan and Piccolo. Gohan was just finishing eating a senzu.

"Training, you two?" asked Goten giving them a smile.

"Goten!" shouted Gohan going over to his younger brother. "Thank Kami you're here! You have to help us find me."

"Um... Gohan... You're right here," said Goten poking him in the chest.

"No! The other me!"

"The other you?"

"Oh, I'll explain on the way, but I need you to help us look for my copy."

"Okay, but I have to get a senzu for Pan first."

"Why?! What happened?! Did Trunks do something to Pan!?" shouted Gohan going over and grabbing Goten by the shoulders and giving him a shake.

"Ahh!" uttered Goten as his head snapped back and forth. "Gohan!"

Gohan let go of him and Goten put his hands on his head to steady it.

"No, Trunks didn't hurt Pan. She hurt her ankle before the party and Trunks asked me to go get her a senzu."

"Oh no! Now I know were my copy is going!" shouted Gohan.

"What?! Where?" asked Piccolo.

"To beat the crap out of Trunks!"

"What?! We'd better go warn them!" said Goten. "Karin, can I have some senzus?"

"Go ahead," said the cat and tossed him a bag. "Looks like you might need them."

"Thanks!" shouted Goten jumping into the air with Piccolo and Gohan.

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"Get your hands off my daughter!"

One Trunks went slamming in to the tree causing it to break in half. He dropped his knees and cupped a hand over his mouth as he coughed up some blood.

"Gohan! What are you doing?!" shouted the Trunks who was holding Pan.

"I said, get your hands off her!" Gohan ran at Trunks, who quickly tossed Pan to his other self that wasn't dazed and crossed his arms in front of his chest as the angry Namek sei-jin came charging in. He was sent flying back as well and skidded on his back several feet before coming to a stop.

"Oh Kami! He's going to kill us!" shouted the Trunks that was now holding Pan.

"Dad! Stop it!" shouted Pan.

Gohan took a few steps towards them. "I told you to get your hands off her!" he growled.

Trunks paled.

"Ummmm.... Gohan. Can't we talk about this, please."

"Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!"

"Pan, call your dad off, PLEASE!" begged Trunks backing away from the angry parent.

"Dad!" shouted Pan. "He hasn't done anything!"

"Why is there lipstick on his collar, then?!"

'Uhhhhhhh...." said Trunks lifting his collar to look at it.

"Come here, you pervert! I'll teach you to mess with my girl!"

"No, wait it's a mistake!" shouted Trunks tossing Pan to one of his doubles and running as fast as he could with one angry Namek sei-jin hot on his heels.

Gohan switched from the running Trunks to the one that had caught Pan and soon a game of keep away had started, with Pan as the ball and Gohan being 'it'.

"I'm getting dizzy!" shouted Pan.

Just then Goten, Piccolo, and the other Gohan showed up.

Gohan stopped his chasing all the Trunks to regard the new arrivals.

"All right, you've had your fun, now stop this and join with me," said Gohan.

"I'm not going back to that crap!" shouted Gohan. The Namek sei-jin turned tail and ran.

"Oh no! After him!" shouted Gohan. He and Piccolo chased after his double.

"What just happened?!" shouted one of the Trunks.

"Are you all right Pan?" asked another Trunks.

"Eeeeeeeee," said Pan with swirls in her eyes. "Now there's six Trunks."

"Gohan got a little stressed out," explained Goten.

"A little!" shouted one of the Trunks. "He was trying to kill us!"

Goten shrugged and all three Trunks sighed loudly. "Well, I say I've had enough for one night," said one Trunks. The other Trunks nodded their heads in agreement.

"I'll take Pan home," said Goten taking his dizzy niece. "Just in case Gohan shows back up."

"Okay, thanks Goten. Good night, Tiger Lily!" called all three Trunks.

"Good night!" said Pan waving in the wrong direction.

Goten shook his head, "Night, Trunks," he said before jumping into the sky.

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All three Trunks walked back to the party, which was pretty much over.

"Pan sure was beautiful tonight, wasn't she?" said one Trunks.

"Oh yeah, she's a real angel," said another.

"I hope her dad gets back to normal soon," said the other.

All three gulped at once.

"Trunks!"

Trunks turned to see Marron come running up to them.

"Marron," they all said. "How are you?"

"I should be asking you that," said Marron stopping in front of them. "Are you all right?"

"Oh, we're fine Marron, don't worry about us. Pan told us about her ankle and about you and Goten helping her."

"What?! You mean you forgave her just like that!? You were damn near tears when you left!"

"We're sorry, Marron, we didn't mean to upset you," said one Trunks going over to pat her shoulder.

"No!" she shouted smacking his hand away. "You're just saying that because of that stupid wish she made!"

"No, Marron we really do love Pan," protested one Trunks.

"No, you don't! It's just the wish that makes you act and say all that! Pan is just taking advantage of you, Trunks!"

"Marron," they said in shock, she looked very upset. One Trunks moved to hug her, but she stepped out of his reach.

"Don't worry, Trunks I'm not going to let her play with your emotions like that again," said Marron turning and running away.

"Marron...." said all three Trunks.

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"This was really fun Bulma. We'll have to do it again some day," said Chi-Chi chatting with her Saiya-jin-turned 'girlfriend' as she put on her coat.

"You can stay a little longer if you want to," said Bulma. "We've still got lots of food left. If you and Goku are hungry at all."

"No, that's okay Bulma," said Goku. "I've got a really busy day tomorrow, so I need to get some sleep."

"You mean you're getting up early again?" asked Chi-Chi. She had hoped she could make him a large yummy breakfast to thank him for the dress.

"Yeah, I probably won't be home till late either," said Goku putting on his coat.

Bulma noticed the slight look of disappointment on his friend's face. "You know, if you get lonely you can come see me," said Bulma.

"Oh no. I'm not lonely," lied Chi-Chi. "I'm sure there's plenty to do at home."

Bulma eyed her friend. "Okay, but the offer still holds if you change your mind."

"Thanks," said Chi-Chi. "Good night," she said taking Goku's arm.

"Goodnight, Bulma, goodnight Vegeta," said Goku.

"Shut up, Kakarot! There was nothing good at all about this night!"

The Saiya-jin smiled and left arm in arm with Chi-Chi.

"All right, woman, you've had your fun, now get me out of this!"

"Fine, fine! I've got the key in our room, come on," said Bulma leading Vegeta back to their room.

"You should probably take a shower to wash that stuff off your face," said Bulma over his should as he rummaged through a dour to find the key.

"All right, just get this damn thing off me already!"

"Sheesh! Hold your horses, will you!?" He finally found the key. "Turn around."

Vegeta turned and let Bulma reach her back, the Saiya-jin tried brushing Vegeta's black hair out of the way, but it keep falling back. "Pull your hair up." The Saiya-jin princess complied.

Bulma's heart beat suddenly quickened. How many times had Vegeta done this for him when he was a she? Vegeta hated those parties, but at the end of them he always got his fun out of her in helping her escape those hampering clothes and crawling in bed to enjoy the night together. Bulma took a big gulp as he finished taking the lock off and undid the zipper down the back.

Vegeta let his hair drop, took hold of the hem of the dress, and pulled it over her head.

Bulma gulped again as the Saiya-jin princess was now only in her underwear, heels, jewels, and black shinny gloves. The blood ran to his face as Vegeta sat down on the bed and tried to undo the thin straps that held the heels on. She wasn't doing so good because she still had on the black gloves.

Wordlessly Bulma crouched down in front of her and took one leg. His fingers trembled slightly as he undid the straps of one heel then the other. "Do your feet hurt?" asked Bulma gently rubbing on.

"A little," admitted Vegeta looking at him with a blank expression. There was a long uncomfortable pause in which Bulma just stayed kneeling in-between Vegeta's knee, the two just staring at each other. With a sigh Vegeta got up and walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind her.

Bulma sighed as well when he heard the shower start up and began undoing his tie. "I'm going to need a really cold shower tonight."

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"Damn! We lost him," said Gohan hovering in mid air with Piccolo beside him.

"I doubt we'll be able to find him tonight. No doubt we'll run into him tomorrow."

"Damn," repeated Gohan. "This just isn't my week."

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The dragon leaned back in his chair and smiled a toothy grin. What a show this was turning out to be. It looked like a love triangle was forming with Marron, Pan, and Trunks. Well, maybe it wasn't a triangle. The dragon smiled wider. Now there were two Gohans running around, one that wanted to pound everyone and one that wanted to stop this other self; too crazy. Then there was that fellow Goku, who was quickly becoming a well-known genius, and not to forget the married couple—Bulma was getting frustrated, the dragon could tell. Oh, and what was that magazine fellow going to do with those oh so interesting photos he found, hmmm?

The dragon's booming laugh echoed off the walls as he turned the TV off. He just couldn't wait for tomorrow to come.

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Next in "Be Careful What You Wish For," it's Namek sei-jin season! Gohan's got to catch his other self before he hurts someone. Marron's going to give Pan a piece of her mind. Trunks is trying to figure out a way to help his best friend survive through the remainder of the week. Goku's going to take an IQ test! Vegeta's trying to figure out why Bulma's acting so strange around her and the human woman turned Saiya-jin is trying to control his urge to grab his sexy mate and ravage her. All this and more in the next chapter of BCWYWF!!

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Chapter 2 / Bulma’s Hideout / Chapter 4