Be Careful What You Wish For

Chapter 5

Several girls sat waiting on the roof of the Son's residence.

"I wonder what Goten-kun will be wearing today?" said one girl, dreamily.

"Oh! I hope he's wearing really tight pants!" squealed one. All the girls burst out in a fit of giggles.

"Well, we'll be ready if he does," said one lifting her camera around her neck up to her eye.

"I've already gotten some pretty hot pictures of him," said one girl. "But, you can never have too many of these," she said pulling out several pictures that had been hiding down her shirt.

"Oh! Let me see!" shouted one girl and everyone gathered around the girl.

"Oh, that’s a good shot!" said one girl looking at a Goten pic with him staring off in one direction with his book bag casually thrown over one shoulder.

"That's nothing, look at his one!" said a girl holding up a pic of Goten making a basket in a game of basketball.

One girl laughed and pulled out her own pictures. "Oh yah! Well feast your eyes on these!" she said spreading the pictures out for everyone to see.

"Uwwww! Ahhhhhh!"

"Oh wow! How did you get a picture of him in just his boxers?!"

"That's nothing, look at this one," said the girl with a devilish smile. The girl took the picture and blushed from head to toe.

"I've got to have this picture! Please, I'll trade you for it!"

The girls all brought out their pictures and began dealing with each other.

"Oh, this is such a hot picture!" squealed one girl holding up one of the photos. Suddenly it disappeared from her grip as a black blur streaked by.

"What the—" said the girl looking at her now empty hand. Similar gasps of shock followed as a black wind swept by.

"My pictures!" shouted one girl.

They all turned to see a tall man completely covered in black. He wore knee high black boots, tight black pants, and a black short sleeve muscle shirt. On his arms he wore black gloves and black armbands that went from his wrists to his elbows. A black sash wrapped around his waist draped down over one hip and a black scarf was wrapped around his neck hiding his nose and mouth, the ends draping over his front and down his back. He wore a black hood with a melt plate on the forehead, keeping his eyes from view. He stood on the roof away from them. In his hand he held all the Goten pictures.

"What is that?! A ninja!" shouted one girl.

"Give those back!" shouted another girl.

Without a word the man close his hand over all the pictures and they burst into bluish flames.

"Ahhhhhhh!" all the girls screamed as they watch their treasured possessions go up in smoke.

The man opened his hand and the ashes created by the photos drifted out of his hand from a gentle breeze that blow by. "You and your friends will no longer come here and stalk the student Son Goten," said the man in black. "If you do it will not be merely photos that will get burned next time."

"Who are you?" demanded one girl.

"You may call me ‘The Flying Shadow!’" said the man in black doing a Power Ranger pose. The girls sweat dropped.

The man in black coughed then disappeared in a blur.

"Who was that masked man?" said one of girls.

The masked man reappeared on the roof and picked up a book bag that had been lying there. "Oops, almost forgot my homework," said the man. He waved good bye to the girls than took off again in the same blurred fashion.

The girls all sweat dropped again.

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Bulma groaned and rubbed her cheek on the chest she pillow it on, deeply inhaling that musky scent that was Vegeta. She could feel the saiya-jin's arms around her in a protective embrace and hear his heart beat in that soft chest. Wait a minute? Thought Bulma rubbing her check once again against her mate's chest. This doesn't feel right it should be harder and flat! Said Bulma's mind.

Bulma opened one eye to see the tan curve of one very nicely shaped breast. Needless to say she froze. Oh kami! I'm in bed with another woman thought Bulma! She could also feel one of that dark skinned creature's hands rest on the small of her back. Bulma screamed and sat bolt right up in bed.

Vegeta sprang up into a fighting stand on top of the bed, she turning left and right looking for an attacker. Seeing none, she glared down at Bulma whom had a disoriented and confused look on his face. "What the hell is wrong with you?!" demanded Vegeta crossing her arms.

"Oh, now I remember," said Bulma running a hand down his flat chest. "These wishes."

"What are you mumbling about?!" shouted Vegeta in a very cranky voice.

"Shesh, sorry. I just forgot about the wishes when I woke up that's all. Don't get your panties in a wad," said Bulma yawning and stretching.

"That's not funny, you bastard!" Vegeta growled down at his mate.

"Don't yell at me, how would you like to wake up between a pair of giant breasts thinking you were a girl?! It freaked me out!"

"I don't think like a girl!" screamed Vegeta. "I'm a man, you hear me! A man!" shouted the princess pointing at her chest.

"It's really hard to believe you when you look like that," said Bulma rubbing a hand through his hair.

Vegeta growled at him with a murderous look in her black eyes.

Boy, is she cranky today thought Bulma. Did she wake up on the wrong side of the bed or something.

"This is all your fault, you know that!" said Vegeta falling down to her knees to grab Bulma by and the hair yanking hard at it.

"Stop that!" shouted Bulma pulling Vegeta's hands away from her navy black tassels. "What do you mean this is my fault!? You made a stupid wish too!"

"Ha! You like the way you are now! I hate this damn body! If only you hadn't made that stupid wish! Why didn't you make a different wish?! If it had just been my powers taken away I might have been able to handle this, but a damn weak, pathetic woman's body!" shouted the enraged princess.

"I do not enjoy being like this!" Bulma shouted back at his rope's end. "And, women are not weak and pathetic!"

"Yes they are! I can't do a fraction of the things I could in my old body! This one's soft, thin, weak, and pathetic!"

"So what, you can go back to being a man in a few days! Have some damn patience!" shouted back Bulma. Boy was he mad, four days of frustration, fighting with Vegeta every second they were together. Come to think of it, they always fought, even when they were normal, but for some reason both were pissed and stressed out more then usual. Something’s different something’s missing.

"Patient! I've been patient long enough! Just stay the hell away from me!" shouted Vegeta getting up and storming off to the bathroom.

"Kami!" shouted Bulma flapping back down to bed. "She's such a pain the groin.... I mean ass!" said Bulma sitting back up in shock. "Where the hell did that come from?!" steamed Bulma. He got up and walked over to the bathroom door and began pounding on it.

"Hurry it up in there! You're not the only one that needs to use the bathroom. I still need to get ready for work!" shouted the irritated Bulma.

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Chi-Chi stood over the stove flipping pancakes. "Will you be late again coming home?" she asked not taking her eyes away from the frying food.

"I don't think so," said Goku turning the page of his newspaper. "I'm just going to work today, so I should be home by 5:00."

"Good, I haven’t seen much of you lately." She laughed low to herself. "And I thought you were never around when you was just a bumpkin. Boy was I wrong, I've seen less of you lately then I did when you died for seven years," she said flipping the cakes.

"But, aren't you happy like this?" asked Goku lowering his paper to look at her.

"Well actually—" started Chi-Chi, but was interrupted by the phone ringing. She walked over to it and picked it up. "Hello, Son's residence, Chi-Chi speaking," she said in a polite voice.

She listened for several seconds, then lowered the phone, putting her hand over the mouthpiece. "It's for you."

"Me?" said Goku folding the paper and getting up from his chair. "Who would call me this early in the morning?" Goku walked over to the phone and took it from his wife. Chi-Chi went back to flipping pancakes, listening to Goku's side of the conversation.

"No. No. Uh huh. No. No, thank you. No, I'm sure. Uh huh. Yes. Uh huh, uh huh."

Several minutes passed with Goku saying no more then three words per sentence tops.

"I've really got to go or I'll be late for work," said Goku. "Thank you, bye."

"Who was that?" asked Chi-Chi over her shoulder, pouring more batter.

"Oh, just another high tech company. Apparently they heard about me and—"

The phone rang again. Goku frowned and picked it up. "Hello?"

Another conversation with the saiya-jin uttering no more then three words long sentences. Goku signed heavily as he set the phone down.

"Another company?" asked Chi-Chi.

"Yes," sighed Goku. "Chi-Chi?"

"Yes?" said Chi-Chi, walking over to him with a giant stack of pancakes.

"Do you like me like this?" he asked picking up his knife and fork.

"What do you mean?" asked Chi-Chi putting some pancakes on a plate for her self.

"I mean—"

Goku was cut off again as the phone range again.

"My," said Chi-Chi. "The phone sure is busy today."

Goku picked it up and talked, trying his best to end the conversation quick so he could get back to eating and talking to his wife. Unfortunately for the saiya-jin everytime he put the phone down, two seconds later it would ring again.

"There's no end to it!" said Chi-Chi staring at the phone as it rang again. Goku reached over to pick it up again, but was stopped by Chi-Chi grabbing his hand. "Why don't you ignore it and finish getting ready for work?" she said with a small smile.

"But the phone?" said Goku looking at the still ringing phone.

"It's okay, you don't want to be late do you?"

"Oh, you're right!" said Goku looking at the clock. He began wolfing down pancakes at an alarming rate. Chi-Chi signed and tried to ignore the damn phone that wouldn’t stop ringing.

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Gohan stood in front of the mirror trying to get his tie on straight. "Way are these things so hard to put on?!" he grumbled still fumbling with the tie.

"That's because your neck is too thick," said Videl in an amused voice. She walked over to Gohan and began straightening it for him.

"What do you mean? I thought you liked my build?" he glanced down at himself. "I mean before I turned into a spaceman."

Videl giggled. "Sure I liked your body, Gohan. It's just, have you ever seen a normal man with as many muscles as you? Really it's kind of weird, special since you're such a nerd," she teased.

"Hey!" protested Gohan. "I'm not a nerd!"

"Oh, and I suppose reading thousand page books about mathematics, chemistry, and bio-mechanics is not nerdy?" she said raising an eyebrow at him.

"Hn, just because I read a lot doesn't mean I'm a nerd," said Gohan, crossing his arms after his wife had finished tying his tie for him.

"Oh, well then what about all those billions of pages stacked on your desk? And, all those files on our computer? And—"

"That's just work!" protested Gohan.

Videl smirked at him. "And, those glasses."

Gohan's eyes went cross-eyed as he tried to look at his glasses. "What's wrong with my glasses?"

Videl giggled, planting a kiss on his green check and turned to leave.

"Hey! What's wrong with them?!" shouted Gohan after his retreating wife.

Videl only laughed harder and exited the room, leaving the bewildered Gohan by himself. He turned around to look at his glasses in the mirror.

"My mom picked these out for me," said Gohan adjusting them.

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All three Trunks groaned as they looked at the tabloid which the Trunks in the middle held. Printed in giant letters was written, ‘Capsule Corps clones Vice President!’. Under the title was a picture of all three Trunks in the men's bathroom at the party two days ago.

"How did they get that picture?" asked one Trunks.

"I haven’t a clue. We're going to have to increase security again."

"Those parasites! Why are they always attacking our family?" said the last Trunks.

"Well, you have to admit some of it is true," said one Trunks.

"Yah, like the article about dad being an alien."

"True, but he wasn't sent here to seduce mom into creating an army of mutant soldiers like that article said," said one Trunks.

"Please don't talk about those articles," groaned one Trunks. "I don't want to think about all those sick lies they said about us and our family."

"Like dad's the missing link, mom's really a killer android, Bra has ESP powers, and that we're gu—"

"Yes! Like those lies!" shouted Trunks cutting off his other self in mid speech.

One Trunks crumpled up the tabloid and threw it in the trash. "Well, enough with the news. What did you want to talk about, Trunks?" asked another Trunks.

"Oh yah! I almost forgot! I've got this great idea that'll fix Goten's and Marron’s problems."

"What?" asked both Trunks in excitement.

"We set them up together! It's be perfect, Goten could get all those girls off his back and Marron will stop trying to save us from Pan."

"Oh! That's a great idea! They're perfect for each other," beamed another Trunks.

"Yup, and once those two are taken care of we can go back to the real task at hand," said the other Trunks.

They all smiled wide. "Which would be making Pan happy," they all shouted.

"All right, by the time we're done with those two, they'll be planning their honeymoon," said one Trunks.

"Why didn't we think about setting them up together before?" asked one Trunks.

"Who were we to set other people up when we didn't even have a girlfriend then," said another Trunks.

"Does that make Pan our girlfriend?" asked one Trunks.

They all suddenly grew incredible silent.

"Umm... I'm not sure. I mean, we are dating right?"

"Yah, but we never said we were a couple did we?"

"Well, she did kiss me last night. Doesn't that mean we're a couple?"

Suddenly the other two Trunks were glaring at the one that had just spoken.

"You kissed her?" said one of the ones glaring at him.

"Um... well I didn't kiss her... she kissed me," said that Trunks backing away from the murderous looks this other two selves were giving him.

"Why didn't you tell us about that last night?!" yelled the one of the other Trunks.

"Well.... I didn't really want to.... It was kind of a bad night... all but the kiss that is."

"What could have been so bad! You got to kiss her! It couldn't have been as bad as my day!"

"Or mine! I was stranded in nothing but a pair of boxers, in the woods, and Pan saw EVERY thing!" said the other Trunks. He gasped and slapped a hand over his mouth; he hadn't wanted to tell the others about his little walk in the woods with Pan.

"What?! You too?!" said the other Trunks before slapping a hand over his mouth like the other Trunks.

The Trunks that had been kissed grinned. "Looks like I wasn't the only one hiding the events from the other day. Did your dreams come true?" he asked in an amused voice.

The other two Trunks blushed.

"I knew it!" laughed Trunks at them.

"Hey! If our dreams came true then so did yours," said one Trunks turning to the laughing one. That Trunks stopped laughing suddenly.

"Yah! Wasn't yours the one were you stripped in a bar for Pan?" asked the other a smirk forming on his lips.

"Umm....." said Trunks now beet red.

"How far did you get?!" shouted both Trunks trying to get details out of their other self.

"We only kissed!" protested the other Trunks.

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Gohan opened the principal’s office door and entered, he was always nervous around the strange woman, even more so since their little chase down the halls.

"Mr. Piccolo," said Ms. Queen putting down her pen and folding her hands.

"You wanted to see me?" said Gohan sitting down in the chair across from her.

"Yes," she said picking up a paper. "You weren't here yesterday and I was rather upset that you didn't call, so—Mr. Piccolo? What are you doing?"

Once Gohan had heard he'd done something wrong he started getting up from his chair to try and get ahead start from the crazy bondage queen. "Umm.... ha, ha, ha," laughed Gohan nervously sitting back down in his seat. "It's just thought that I was... sitting on something, that's all."

"Oh, anyway, we assigned an other sub for Mr. Son's class to teach till he recovers from being sick. Therefore, you'll be teaching a different class for today and tomorrow."

"Oh, okay. What class will I be teaching?" asked Gohan.

"You'll be filling in for Mr. Peer, the PE teacher. Here's his schedule," she said handing him a sheet of pager.

Gohan took it and looked it over nodding his head. "Sure, I should be able to do this," said Gohan getting up to head towards his new class.

"I'm sure you'll do just fine, I know what a good runner you are," she said with a wide grin.

Gohan coughed. "Have a good day," he said bowing to the principal.

Queen nodded her head and gestured for him to go. "Go before I decide to whip your cute butt into shape," she said giving him a wink.

Needless to say Gohan was there one second and gone the next.

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Goku slowed down his flight and looked around for a clear spot to land where no one would see him. He landed on an empty street close to where the Shuzy building was located and started walking in its direction. The building had just come into view when a groups of people came running up to him, some of them looked like reporters, others look like businessmen and women. They closed in and surrounded him. Goku had to fight against his saiya-jin instinct that was telling him to prepare for an attack.

"Mr. Son! Is it true that you're now the head of NASA's intelligence branch!?

"Mr. Son, do you or have you ever worked for Capsule Corps?! If so, is it true that you are the one the cloned the Vice President, Trunks?!

Mr. Son, is it true that you're having an affair with a black haired woman you were seen with at the Capsule Corps party, going my the name of Veggi!?!

"Mr. Son—!"

"Mr. Son—!"

The group continued to shout out questions at the poor saiya-jin who was just trying to get to work. He soon began pushing his way through the crowd and once free took off at a run for the building. The groups ran after him taking pictures and shouting questions.

"Ahhhhh! Leave me alone! I'm just here to work!" shouted Goku running into the building and to his office. He slammed the door shut behind him and glanced around. "Need place to hide," he panted.

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"Good morning, Mr. Briefs," said Bulma's secretary smiling widely at the grumpy saiya-jin.

"What's so kami damned great about it!" growled Bulma passing the girl without so much as a hello. Bulma slammed the door to his office nearly causing it to rip off its hinges.

"Damn Vegeta! How dare the bitch treat me like that!" he roared plopping down into his seat. He took a pencil out of a jar on his desktop and looked down at the papers that were laid out for him to read and sign.

"She's so selfish! She's not the only one that's having a hard time lately! And what have I done to disserve this kind of treatment?! Nothing! Absolutely nothing! I should have left her to freeze her cute butt off outside! Instead of bring her ungrateful rear inside and warming her up! Because of her, I didn't get any sleep last night! I'm so damn tired!" screamed Bulma. He jabbed his pencil down at the paper to sign it, but it broke.

"Damn, cheap piece of crap!" shouted Bulma grabbing another, which also broke. More curse words filtered threw the walls and to Bulma's poor secretary. The secretary gulped and got up to see if she could be of any service to her raving boss.

"Mr. Briefs," she called meekly knocking on the door. She heard still more curses, some she'd ever heard before that made her blush just hearing them.

"Mr. Briefs I'm coming in!" she called opening the door and walking inside to see Bulma grab another pencil, break it in half, throw it across the room, and grab for another.

"Mr. Briefs, what are you doing?" asked the secretary in alarm.

"What does it look like I'm doing?! I'm trying to sign these stupid forms with these cheap pencils!" shouted Bulma at her.

"But that's a pen," said the secretary watching as it to snapped in half as the saiya-jin president brought it down to sign one of the sheets.

Bulma growled at her in a way that almost made the poor girl's heart stop.

"Get me the Vice President right now!" shouted Bulma.

The girl gulped and ran out of the room, grabbing the phone and calling the Vice President.

"Mr. Vice President! The President wants to see you in his office right now!" shouted the girl into the phone once they'd been connected.

Poor Trunks had to switch ears since the other one was know deaf. "What? Calm down, what's the matter?" he asked.

"It's the President. He's gone crazy," whimpered the secretary hiding behind her desk as the jar that once held Bulma's pens and pencils went flying out of the office to crash on the floor next to her desk.

"Help!" shouted the secretary.

"What was that?! Hold on I'll be right there!" said Trunk running to his mother's office as fast as he could, fearing the worst. He ran right into Bulma's office. "Mom! Are you all right?!" asked Trunk in concern.

"I'm just fucking fine!" roared Bulma throwing the files he'd been trying to sign into the air in frustration.

Trunks ‘eeped’ and cowered. He'd never seen his mother this pissed before, it scared him to death. Even his father's wrath seemed mellow in comparison to the feeling of dread that was seeping into him. "Mom. What's wrong? Did the company go bankrupt or something?"

"NO! The company's just fine! You take over for me! I'm going home!" shouted Bulma getting out of his chair.

"But mom, I've got tons of work as it is!" said Trunks. He instantly regretted saying that as Bulma glared at him with hard dark eyes.

"I don't care! Get your other selves to help you if you have to! I can't stand another minute here!" shouted the saiya-jin storming out of his office.

Trunks stood there blinking in shock as the file papers drifted around him. "What's eating him?" he asked the air.

"I knew it!" squealed Bulma's secretary.

"Huh?" said Trunks turning to look at her.

"They did clone you! Oh, what a happy time we live in!" she clapped her hands and giggled in delight.

Trunks slapped a hand over his face and groaned. He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out his cell phone.

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Pan heard tapping coming from her window as she finished brushing her hair. He put down her brush, headed to the window, and opened it. Looking down she saw Trunks levitating mid way between the ground and her window. He bowed at her in a graceful gesture. "My fair lady Juliet," he said dramatically lifting his head to look at her through his purple tassels. "You outshine every the sun's life giving rays this morning."

Pan giggled. "So now it's Juliet? What ever happened to Tiger Lily," she asked in an amused voice.

"Ahh," said Trunks levitating up some more to rest his folded arms on her windowsill and his chin on his forearms to look admiringly at her. "But, a rose by any other name would smell so sweet."

"Is this the scene where you swear your undying love for me?" said Pan blushing. She reached down to pet his soft hair.

"Yes, my lady. I swear it by the moon," grinned Trunks leaning his head into her touch.

"Oh! Swear not by the moon!" said Pan getting into the play-acting. "Fore it changes constantly and can turn you into a giant hairy ape if you had a tail and looked at it too long."

Trunks burst out laughing and took her hand bringing it to his cheek. "Might I walk you to school Tiger Lily?"

"I'll be right down," said Pan. She reluctantly pulled out of his grip to finish getting ready and headed towards the door. She opened it to see Trunks waiting patiently there for her.

"Sorry, did I keep you waiting long?" she asked stepping out of the house and locking the door.

"No, not at all Kitten," said Trunks putting an arm around her shoulder.

Pan smiled up at him and together they walked down the step and to the street. "Trunks," Pan said. "Why didn't you come inside?"

"Well," said Trunks a little uncomfortable. "I didn't want to be in your way, or you mom's, or... Gohan's."

Pan laughed at him and gave him a mock punch in the arm. "Don't worry, Trunks. My dad's given up on trying to kill you."

"For now," said Trunks looking like he didn't think it would last.

Pan laughed again at him and hooked her arm around his. "I promise I won't let my dad kill you, just maim or mangle you a little," she said in a teasing voice.

"Gee, thanks," Trunks said sarcastically.

"I had fun yesterday," said Pan leaning more into him.

Trunks smiled down at her. "Oh? And, which part did you like the best? Me being embarrassed or being chased around by your murderous father?"

"I kind of liked the kissing part," she said shyly looking up at him.

Trunks grinned at her. "You and me or Goten and Marron?"

"You know what I mean," said Pan playfully pushing him away.

Trunks laughed. "That sure was a surprise. Both us and Goten and Marron. What do you think of those two?"

"I think they're great, specially together. Marron would keep Goten out of too much trouble, and Goten would keep Marron company. Hey! Are you suggesting what I think you are?"

"Bingo! Let’s fix those two up. I mean they did kiss, doesn't that mean they like each other, and want to be a couple?" asked Trunks. He wanted to know that answer himself.

"Well—"

Pan was cut off as Trunks' cell phone rang.

"Hold that thought, Tiger Lily," said Trunks reaching into his wind breaker jacket and pulling out his phone. "Hello?" he said into it.

"Trunks! This is your other self."

"Oh, hi Trunks. What's up?"

"Me and the other Trunks need you at CC right away. Mom's had a breakdown and stormed out. We're up to our armpits in paper work."

"Oh, great," frowned Trunks. "I'll be there in a few minutes."

"Okay, thanks," said the other Trunks and hung up.

"What was that about?" asked Pan.

"I'm sorry Tiger Lily, I've got to go. There's trouble at work and the others need my help."

"Will I see you later?" asked Pan trying not to show her disappointment.

"I'm not sure, but we'll try," said Trunks. He went over to her and kissed her softly on the lips.

"Okay," said Pan and reluctantly watched as he levitated up into the air and took off. "I hope I see him again today," she said before turning to head towards school.

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Goten snuck silently into the photo-room after breaking the knob off of the door, thus allowing him to enter. He felt bad about breaking school property, but it was nothing compared to his dread of those pictures getting out into the open. He snorted to himself—not that there wasn't already a few in circulation. He adjusted the scarf that covers his face and headed to the darkroom. He was careful not to let any light in so that other students' photos won't be ruined by mistake. He turned on the red light which cast about an eerily glow and froze turning around in shock. Hung all over on clothes lines were tons of pictures, pictures of him!

"Oh kami-sama! How did they get this many?" he asked out loud, pulling one now dry picture off to look at it. If it hadn't been for the red light it'd have been hard to miss the lovely shade of crimson that crossed Goten's face before he tore the picture up into thousand's of pieces and stomped them into the floor. "How on earth did they get a picture of me like ‘THAT’ at ‘THAT’ angle?!" he shouted in the dark. He looked around to see more evil pictures equally embarrassing and revealing. "All right," said Goten spitting into his hands and charging up his ki. "Not one of you puppies is ever going to see daylight," he said before beginning the task of destroying the numerous pictures.

Two girl walked towards their class chatting away happily.

"Oh, I hope they're all ready by now! I can't wait to show off my pics!" said one hugging her book bag in excitement.

"Me too!" shouted the other girl. "Lucky! Look, the photo-room is already open. Let’s go look at the new pics!"

The two girls ran over to the door and stopped as they noticed that the doorknob had been broken off.

"What happened to the door?" asked on girl poking at the knob on the ground.

"Maybe it rusted off?" said the other girl poking her head inside the class. "I don't see any one inside."

"Really?" said the other girl, looking in too. "Do you really think the knob rusted off?"

"It doesn't look that old," said the first girl. Both entered the class, put down their stuff, and began looking around to see if any thing was misplaced.

"Well, it couldn't have been a robber, all the expensive cameras and stuff is still here." Just then the two heard something coming from the darkroom.

"What's that?" asked one of the girls, hiding behind her friend.

"I don't know! Let’s go check it out," said her friend grabbing her arm.

"No, what if it's a robber? Or a ghost?" said the girl, trying to pull away from her friend.

"A ghost? Give me a break! Don't tell me you believe that stuff," said her friend continuing to walk towards the darkroom while pulling her friend along.

"No, I'm scared," whimpered her friend.

"Baby," said the girl turning the knob.

Goten froze as he heard muffled voices outside. Oh no he thought looking around for a hiding place. He stopped. The pictures I can't leave any of them! He frantically began pulling pictures off of their lines. He'd gotten the last one just as the doorknob started to turn. Quickly, he dashed into a corner and hoped they won't see him as he flipped off the light switch.

The girl finished turning the knob and dragged her still protesting friend into the room.

"You see, there are no ghosts! You're just afraid of the dark," teased her friend. "Shut the door, we don't want to let any light in here."

"It's so dark!" cried her friend.

The other girl felt along the walls looking for the light switch. "For the last time, there are no such things are ghosts!" said the girl finding the light switch, flipping it on, and turning towards her friend. She was greatly puzzled by the terrified look on her friend’s face. "Hey, what's wrong?"

The girl raised a shaky finger and pointed behind the other girl. She turned around to see a dark figure right behind her.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!" screamed the girl jumping back and clutching her friend in fear.

Goten cursed and charged ki in his hands destroying the pictures all at once. To the girls it looked like the figure was glowing an eerily purple.

"G-Ghost!" shouted both girls running for the door.

Goten blinked in surprise as the girls ran away screaming. "Ghost?" said Goten looking around. A piece of flaming photo landed in one of the chemical bathes used to develop pictures. The chemical roared to life right next to Goten.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!" shouted Goten running out of the room. "Ghosts!" He ran down the halls no more then a black blur to all that saw him. Combined with the two girls screaming ghost and Goten’s blurred black form, soon the whole building was in a panic screaming about the school being haunted.

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Goku's boss entered his employee's office looking around for the said worker. "Mr. Son?" he said turning a circle, he'd thought he'd saw the man running into his office at high speeds, but he hadn't had the change to confirm it as a large crowd of people had poured into the building soon after Goku had. He'd learned that they were all looking for his newest employee and were asking the oddest questions.

"I guess he's not in here," said the man turned to go, but stopped as he heard someone make a hissing noise. Confused he looked around, walking behind the desk his eyes wide as he found Goku hiding in the leg space of his desk doing the reports that he'd left for him.

"Mr. Son?! What on earth are you doing under there?!" asked the man in shock. Goku gestured wildly for him to be quiet, but it was too late. The damage had already been done as people began pouring into the small room drawn by the call of Goku's last name.

"Mr. Son—"

"Mr. Son—"

They called and yelled trying to be heard above each other. With an ‘eep’ Goku leaped out from under his desk, but the loud group of people closed off his escape route.

Goku looked around in panic for an escape. His eyes landed on the window. Quickly, he made a dash for it and opened it.

"Oh my Kami! He's suicidal!" shouted one businessman.

Goku climbed out the window and inched away from the grabbing hands that tried to pull him back inside.

"Stay back!" shouted Goku, kicking at the hands with his foot.

"He's going to jump!" cried one girl.

"Someone call the police!"

"Call an ambulance!"

"No, the fire department!"

"Get a therapist!"

"Son, you don't have to do this! There's a better way!" said Goku's boss, who was sucked back inside as the crowd tried to get to the window.

"Mr. Son, tell us about you childhood. Were you ever abused as a young boy?" asked one of the men.

"What?" said Goku, totally confused.

"What about your wife? Does she not satisfy you any more?! Or did she find out about your affair with that woman Veggi and kick you out of the house? Is that way you want to take your life?!"

"What are you guys talking about, Vegeta's really a man!"

"You mean you’re a guy and dating a cross dresser?!" shouted one man.

Goku groaned and looked up at the sky, how did this happen? Here he was standing on the edge of a building with a groups of crazy people trying to learn about his childhood, and if Vegeta was his gay lover! He shutter at the thought of how Vegeta would react to that last part, probably send every last one of those men and women to another dimension, human or not. He watched in amazement as camera crews began setting up in front of the building, police showed up and tried to clear them out so that the fire truck could get up front. "Boy, they sure are fast," said Goku leaning farther over to peer down at them.

"Ahhh! He's going to jump!" shouted one of the reporters that were inside Goku's office. The panicked reporter pushed his way to the window causing it to slide farther open, bumping into Goku who almost lost his balance, saving himself by flailing his arms around.

"Oh, Chi-Chi's going to have a fit when she hears about this," said Goku.

* * * * * * * * * * *

Gohan had changed his clothes from his white button-down shirt, black vest, and tan pants to a pair of sweats, a blue and white wind breaker jacket, and a black baseball cap with the words Orange Star written on it. Around his neck was a silver whistle on a red cord. He smiled to himself, he'd always wanted to play sports, but had never the opportunity to do so with this constant studies. As a boy his mother hadn't even let him join the grade school baseball team because she was afraid it would interfere with his schoolwork. He played with the silver whistle around his neck, waiting for the time to come to call roll, and watched as the students filled into the gym chatting away with each other.

Memories drifted back to him of when he'd first met Videl at college. He remember when he'd entered his class and saw her there, sitting on top of the desk in a loose shirt and black shorts. He'd been nervous around her and for good reasons, she'd seen him fight those bank robbers earlier in the morning. He remember becoming the great Saiya-man, Videl figuring out it was him, her demanding him to teach her to fly, Videl cutting her hair short, his father coming back after being died for seven years, Buu attacking, falling madly in love with Videl. So many memories, now he was a father of a very beautiful girl…no, now a woman, happy married to his sweetheart, and teaching in the very same school he'd meet her at.

Life was almost perfect, well, it'd be a lot better when he turned back into a human and was able to digest solid foods again.

Gohan checked his watch and saw that it was time to call the class to line up. He grabbed his whistle, put it up to his lips and blew. Gohan damn near blacked out at the high pitched sound that seemed to bounce around in his head. He slumped against the wall, dropping the whistle back down to his chest to grab his aching ears. (Namek’s have super sensitive hearing, in one movie Gohan was whistling and it caused Piccolo lots of pain, it also helped them defeat an evil namek.) He shook his head to clear the black spots that danced in front of his vision. Kami-sama, what just happened? Wondered Gohan looking down at the whistle. I'd better not do that again.

He pushed himself off of the wall and ignored the strange looks that his students were giving him, either from his sudden weakness or from his appearance he wasn't sure.

He took roll, then lead the class out to the baseball field for a little softball. He leaned back against the chain link fence and relaxed watching the students play. Several girls where in the dugout cheering madly for different people and groups of tall strong looking boys where huddled together talking low to themselves. Now what were they up to?

"I say we knock the sub out and ditch class," said one student cracking his knuckles eagerly.

"He looks like a real nerd with those glasses, I'll bet it'd be easy to do," said another student.

"We'll get suspended for that crap," said another boy.

"What are you, chicken?" said another boy.

"No, it's that there are better ways of doing things without getting caught," said the boy grinning evil-like. The boys gathered around him as he told them his plan. They all agreed that it was a good one that was sure to work.

"What are you guys doing over there?!" called Gohan. "One of you is up right now!"

The boys grinned and one of them stepped foreword to bat. He was a giant of a man, with muscle on muscle. Gohan figured he probably lifted weights. No real fighter with any skill was that covered with muscles. Even the saiya-jins had more compact frames than this student did. The student grabbed a bat and got ready for the pitch.

Gohan was watching him, when another student came up to him with a note. "Mr. Piccolo I'm not feeling so well, could you excuse me from PE?" Gohan took the note to read it. Out of the corner of his eyes he saw movement and instinctively put up his hand, neatly catching the softball that had been aimed right for his head.

"No way!" said the student that had handed him the note.

"That's impossible!" shouted the giant at home base. "There's no way you could have seen that coming!"

"Did you do that on propose?" asked Gohan narrowing his eyes.

"And what if I did? What are you going to do about it?" laughed the thug. The girls in the dug out shrieked in fear, several of the giants' buddies got up and joined him, and the rest of the students looked around nervously.

"Is there something you want to say to me?" asked Gohan in a calm voice.

"Yah, its lights out time," said the student raising his baseball bat and swinging at Gohan. The Namek sei-jin easily ducked, then twisted his head out of the way as a softball was once again aimed at him. Soon all the thugs were attacking him with baseballs, bats, and fists; none landed a single hit.

"I'm going to subtract five points for every strike you take at me," warned Gohan. He kicked out with his leg and swept one student's feet out from underneath him. "Minus 15 points," he said writing it down on his board under the swept student's name. Gohan then side stepped and whacked one student on the back of his head with the board. "Minus 20 points," he said calmly as the student hit the chain-link fence and slumped to the ground rubbing his head. Gohan then caught one of the students' fists as it was aimed for his side. He twisted, making the student flip over and land on his back. "Minus 30 points," said Gohan licking his pencil and writing it down. The giant student that had started all the fuss was now the only one left and he rained down strike after strike at Gohan with the bat. Gohan easily sidestepped each strike till he was backed up to the fence.

"Now you're going to get it!" roared the student and charged in with the bat raised.

Gohan simply stepped to the side and the student barreled into the chain link fence, slamming hard into it. "Minus 45 points," said Gohan writing it down.

The whole class was silent a few moments, till the girls in the dug out all started cheer.

"Go Mr. Piccolo! Go Green Go!" (*Grin* I got the Go Green cheer from a piccolo fan in my GB, hope they don't mind).

Gohan laughed, rather embarrassed at their praise. "Time to go in!" Still embarrassed, he didn't think twice about raising the whistle up to his lips and blowing.

The students all gathered around their now unconscious teacher.

"Is he dead?" asked one student.

* * * * * * * * * * *

Bulma reached the front door to his house and opened it. He'd calmed down some, but was still plenty mad at his mate. He took his shoes off and walked inside undoing his tie and collar. He needed something to calm his nerves. Bulma realized that he wasn't really mad at the ex-saiya-jin, there was something just wrong with him. "I actually want be around the bitch, but all we do it fight like cats and dogs when we're together," muttered Bulma under his breath. Bulma glanced around, wondering where the little hellcat was, then frowned realizing he didn't have the faintest clue. It was easy to find Vegeta when she was a he: the kitchen or the gravity room. Bulma swore saiya-jins were territorial creatures and those areas belonged to the saiya-jin prince. But, now that Vegeta couldn't train in the gravity room and certainly couldn't eat the same amount she had as a he, Bulma didn't have the slightest idea what Vegeta would do in her free time.

Bulma began hunting around for his mate. For some reason he rather enjoyed the idea of that. He stuck his nose in the air and sniffed, hmmm, ash and sweat. "That way," said Bulma to him as he headed in direction the scent was coming from. This is interesting, I wonder if this is how Vegeta always find me around this large place? He sniffed the air again and glanced around for his mate, almost feeling like he was on the hunt of some elusive prey. Kinky giggled Bulma to himself. His sensitive hearing picked up sounds coming from the living room and Bulma smiled triumphantly. "Found you little human." Bulma slid into the shadows, heading in the direction of the living room.

He grinned wickedly as his prey came into view, then a confused look crossed his features. Vegeta was sitting on the couch watching TV, but the ex-saiya-jin had the strangest look on her face, like she was trying not to cry or something?!

*Sniff* What the hell is wrong with me thought Vegeta as he watched the movie on TV. She sniffed again and rubbed at one eye. Why do I feel so emotional watching this sappy movie? She watched as the main male actor said his good byes to the main female actress. Once the actor started walking away, the actress started calling his name. Vegeta's lower lip quivered.

"Vegeta?"

The ex-saiya-jin nearly had a heart attack; she quickly recovered and turned the TV off. Her eyes slowly turning to look at her mate that had a smug grin on his face. Crap!

"Vegeta dear, what are you doing?" asked Bulma in an interested voice.

"Nothing *sniff*," Vegeta quickly wiped her nose.

"Are you crying?!" said Bulma in shock.

"No, I'm not!" said Vegeta turning away from her mate.

"Yes you are! Oh my kami! Are you dying?" asked Bulma truly concerned. He went over to his mate to inspect for injuries.

"NO! I’m fine you baka!" growled Vegeta slapping at the hand that strayed too close.

Bulma was a bit taken aback by the sudden and violent mood swing. Not that Vegeta wasn’t often violent, but his mood was always like that. Bulma face suddenly dropped, could she be....?

"Vegeta?"

"What?!" growled the ex-saiya-jin.

"Does your stomach hurt at all? Any cravings for a kind of food like chocolate or something?"

"What the hell does that mean?!" shouted Vegeta.

"Kami you're such a pain!" shouted back Bulma. "Here I am trying to help you out and all you want to do is yell at me! I don't know why I even bother!"

"Shut up you, big jerk!" said Vegeta looking very upset. "I said I didn't want to see you!" The woman got up and stomped away.

Bulma watched her go, his mouth hanging open. "Big... jerk? Oh Kami! Please, please tell me I didn't just hear Vegeta call me a big jerk, get all emotional over watching a movie, and stomp away in a hissy fit. Maybe I'll get lucky and nothing will happen, how many days before it happened do I start bitching? Hmm... Vegeta always avoids me about three days before." He counted on his fingers and sighed. "Two and a half days counting today, and the wish will be undone. That's cutting it rather close though." Bulma groaned. "How am I going to deal with a PMSing Vegeta?! Kami, you and your pet dragon must be really laughing it up right now," growled Bulma sitting down on the vacant couch.

"Is that why I'm so high strung today?" wondered Bulma. The saiya-jin leaned back in the couch and draped an arm over his eyes. "Some how I don't think it is." Bulma leaned back forward and cupped her chin in her palms. "What's bugging me? What’s so different? Let’s see we argue, then fight, then we....." Bulma's eyes widened as he realized what was wrong with him. "Oh my kami, it's because we haven’t made out—I mean made up. But, he's a she and.... I'm a he.... and...." Bulma looked down at her fingers, suddenly very uncomfortable. "I'm a saiya-jin that doesn't know my own strength and she's a weak human that I could easily kill if I...." A blush crept up Bulma's face.

"WHAT AM I THINKING?!" said Bulma slapping himself across the face. "Nasty, dirty, perverted mind! I'm really a woman no matter what I look like right now! If I were to—if we did—she would—" Bulma stumbled over his words. "That might be kind of... interesting."

"Ahhhhhhh! Quit it!" Bulma yelled at himself. "Quit thinking lesbian thoughts!"

In an attempt to clear his mind of his currant train of thoughts Bulma switched on the TV. "That's what I need just relax and watch some boring news," said Bulma turning to the news channel.

His mouth dropped open in shock at what he saw on the news.

"Here we are at the scene where Son Goku, a believed to be super genius, is threatening to jump to his dead from the top floor of the Shuzy building. As you can see police and specially train individuals are trying to talk him out of taking his life." The TV zoomed into the view Goku trying to evade the grabbing hands of several people by waving his foot at them while hugging the corner of the building with his arms.

"The subject is believed to have been fired from the Capsule Corps company for illegal cloning of Capsule Corp's Vice President, Trunks Vegeta Briefs." The TV displayed a picture of Trunks. "It is also believe that Mr. Son's wife has left him after discovering her husband had an affair with his gay lover none other then the President of Capsule Corps' husband Mr. Vegeta. The two were reported to have been seen together at a company party, were Mr. Vegeta posed as a woman going by the name of Veggi." The TV displayed a picture of Goku talking to a rather pissed looking female Vegeta.

Bulma stared at the TV his mouth hanging to the floor, too shocked to even breathe. Suddenly there was a commotion with the TV reporters.

"Oh my Kami-sama! He's jumped!" shouted the reporter right into the camera.

* * * * * * * * * * *

"Go away!" shouted Goku at the people still crowded around his window. "All I want to do is go back to work, I'm not gay, I love my wife, and I don't know how to clone someone!" screamed Goku at the annoying people.

"If that's so, then why are you out there on the railing?! Are you protesting something?! Is it for gay rights?!"

"NO!" shouted Goku. "Where did you come up with that?! The only reason I'm out here is because you chased me out here!"

By now, Goku was truly considering taking his own life. Of course, he didn't think falling from a five-story build would do the trick.

"That's it, I can't take no more!" shouted Goku. He simply jumped off the railing to everyone's horror.

"Flying Nimbus!"

Everyone watched in shook as a yellow cloud caught the falling man and zoomed away with him.

"Man," said Goku looking behind himself. "I didn't know smart people had it so rough, no wonder so many of them kill themselves."

"What should I do now? I can't go to Bulma's that's for sure and home's sure to be surrounded by more crazy people. Hmmm....." Goku put his chin in his hand in thought. "Of course, the middle of nowhere! I'll just find a nice spot to camp out in the wilderness and stay there till things cool down," said Goku. "Yosha, let’s good Flying Nimbus!"

The cloud took off leaving a trail of yellow in its wake.

* * * * * * * * * * *

"I don't believe it! Mr. Son was caught by what appears to be a yellow cloud! The subject is now out of range of our cameras, I am truly at a lost to explain what has happened here today. Let us ask some of the people gathered here their opinion on the matter. Sir, what do you think of the situation?" asked the reporter going up to a man in the crowd.

"The ‘Great One’ has come at last! Wait for me, Mr. Son, take me to the promised land!" shouted the man taking off in the direction Goku had flown in. The report stared at the man's retreating form.

"Um, let’s ask another." the report walked up to a woman this time. "Miss, what do you think about the turn of events that have take place?"

"I think it's great!" squealed the blond girl.

"Would you care to explain?" asked the reporter.

"I just can wait for Capsule Corps to start manufacturing studs like Trunks. *giggle* I'm going to buy a Trunks clone as soon as they come out!"

"I'm not cloning my son for sale, you bimbo!" shouted Bulma at the TV. "Oh, I've got such a headache coming on," said Bulma pinching the bridge of his nose. "I better not let Vegeta know any of this, special that part about him and Goku being lovers." Bulma turned slightly green at the very idea.

"Damn news vultures! Can't they report facts for once! I wonder how Chi-Chi's doing? And, Trunks! My kami! They're still at the office, all three of them!" Bulma ran to the phone and dialed Trunks' private line.

* * * * * * * * * * *

One Trunks was writing reports, another was signing documents, and the last was reading papers. The one reading yawned loudly and put down the paper he'd been going over. "Hey, I'm getting a cup of coffee, you guys want one?"

"Yes," said both the other Trunks not looking up from their work. They wanted to finish so they could go see Pan today.

"Okay, I'll be back in a minute," said Trunks getting up and hurrying to the coffee machine. He put some money in and waited for the machine to fill up three cups. As he waited he looked around to see everyone was gathered around a TV.

What's going on? Wondered Trunks. I don't pay them to watch TV. He walked over to the crowd of people to see what they were watching.

"Now it is said the Capsule Corps will no longer be deal in just incapsed products, sources stay that the giant company is now deal in the new technology of cloning and that they have already successfully cloned Vice President Trunks Vegeta Briefs. Consumers are hopeful that Capsule Corps will come out with a new line of cloned people for sale. We will have a meeting with the president of the human's right department to discuss the subject with him at 5:00 p.m."

Trunks' mouth must have hit the floor. Where the hell had that BS come from? Suddenly one of his employees spotted him.

"Mr. Vice President! Is it true, did they clone you?!"

The whole crowd turned to look at the stunned Trunks.

"Of course not!" shouted Trunks. Just then another one of the Trunks came walking out.

"Hey, Trunks! What's taking you so long?"

The crowd all turned their heads to look at the Trunks to the right, then back to the one on the left, and back to the one on the right.

"You idiot!" shouted the one that had gone to get coffee, he ran over to this other self grabbed him, and ran back to his office with him.

"What's going on?" asked the one that had stayed in the office. "Where’s the coffee?"

"Never mind the coffee!" shouted one of the Trunks. He went over and turned on the TV in their office. "Take a look at his!"

The other two Trunks' mouths dropped to the floor in a fashion much like the other's had.

"Oh kami-sama! How on earth did this happen!" shouted one Trunks.

"I don't know, but we've got to get out of here before—"

Trunks was cut off as, they heard the muffled sounds of protests coming from outside their office door. One of the voices was obviously their secretary, who sounded like she was trying to keep a herd of wild animals from getting into their office.

One Trunk opened the giant window behind their desk. The other two Trunks didn't hesitated to jump out it and take off into the sky. The last Trunks was perched on the windowsill about to jump when the door burst open and people began pouring into the room.

"OH NO! He's going to jump too!" shouted one of the people who had entered the room.

With a curse Trunks jumped out the window.

The crowd gasped in shock and ran to the window, but they could see no sign of Trunks.

"He just disappeared!" shouted one reporter.

High up above the Capsule Corps building, all three Trunks sighed.

"This is just what we need!" growled one.

"What do we do now?" asked another of the Trunks.

"Not sure," said the other. His cell phone rang just then. Trunks opened his coat and pulled out his cell phone from an inside pocket. "Hello?" he said into it.

"Trunks! Are you okay?!" came Bulma's worried voice.

"Mom! What's going on?!" shouted Trunks.

"I don't know how but some of those tabloid articles seem to have spread. People think that we're cloning you for sale!"

"What?! That's ridiculous!" shouted Trunks.

"I know, I'm scheduling a news meeting for tomorrow to settle every thing, but we're going to have to think of something to tell them. Are your other selves with you?"

"Yes," said Trunks looking at the two, who had confused looks on their faces.

"Good, bring them and come home right now."

"Okay, we'll do that. See you in a few minutes, mom."

"Right, love you, bye," said Bulma hanging up.

Trunks sighed and put the cell phone back into this pocket.

"Well?" said both Trunks standing in mid air with confused looks on their faces.

"Come on, we're going home, I'll explain on the way."

The other two Trunks nodded and they all headed towards home.

* * * * * * * * * * *

Chi-Chi opened the front door to her house with a growl and tossed a bucket of ice water at the crowd of people that had been knocking wildly on her door.

"Go away! I have no comments to make!" she screamed at the group then slammed the door shut. Chi-Chi stomped into the house and tossed the plastic bucket back into the closet. She sat down with a ‘humf’ at the kitchen table. Her anger melted and a worried look crossed her features. "Goku, where are you?" she asked the empty air. She lay her head down on the table. She felt scared and worried for her husband. She's seen the mayhem on TV, of course she didn't believe a word of it, but it still hurt.

"Goku honey won't get tired of me... he certainly won't sleep with Vegeta!" she growled going back to being angry. "Where are you, Goku?! Knowing him, he's probably run off to the hills," she grumbled under her breath. "Poor Bulma, I wonder how he's doing?" said Chi-Chi. She glanced at the phone, which she had unplugged. "I'd better check on him." Chi-Chi went over to the phone and plugged it back in, quickly dialing Bulma's number.

The phone range a view times, before Bulma's male voice answered.

"Bulma, it's me, Chi-Chi, are you okay?"

"Chi-Chi? It's good to hear from you. I should be asking you that question!"

"I'm fine," said Chi-Chi. "I don't have a clue where Goku is. There's a bunch of reporter trash camped out on my lawn, but I'm fine," Chi-Chi said this with obvious anger in her voice.

Bulma gulped and laughed nervously. "Well, hopefully they'll leave in the morning after I give a report to straighten out all these rumors. Unfortunately, I can't help you find Goku."

Chi-Chi sighed. "That's okay, Bulma. I know you'll straighten every thing out, then Goku will show back up."

"You sound kind of sad, Chi-Chi. Do you want to talk about it?"

"Um, not right now. Why don't we meet tomorrow after your news report."

"Good idea. Why don't you come over for lunch?"

"That sounds good, I'll see you then."

"Right, I've got to go. Trunks just showed up."

"Okay, bye Bulma."

"Bye," said Bulma hanging up the phone.

Chi-Chi hung up as well and sighed. "Where are you Goku," she asked again. The phone began to ring violently again. With a snarl, Chi-Chi picked of the receiver slammed it down repeatedly, then tore the whole thing out of the wall.

* * * * * * * * * * *

Goten walked towards the PE coach’s office a little nervous. He glanced at the note he held in his hand excusing him from PE for the day. The note said he had a slight cold, but the real reason for the note was so that he could hunt down some more of those pictures while everyone else was in class.

Goten knocked on the door.

"Come in," came a deep slightly muffled voice. Goten blinked, did he know that voice? He pushed the door open and stepped in to see the last person he would have thought to be there: Gohan.

"Gohan? What are you doing here? What happened to you?!"

Gohan wince and readjusted the ice pad he was holding to his head. "Don't yell, I've got one major headache."

"Oh sorry," said Goten. "What are you doing here, where's Mr. Peer?"

"Sick," said Gohan. "I'm subbing for him. What can I do for you?"

"Um...." Goten suddenly didn't think his plan was a very good one. Gohan would know that he wasn't sick, saiya-jins and demi-saiya-jins didn't get sick with the common cold. "I just... just…"

Gohan saw the note in Goten's hand and held up his hand for it.

Goten groaned and handed him the piece of paper. Gohan read it and raise a non-existent eyebrow at his younger brother.

"You're sick?"

Goten sighed. "No, I'm not, but I need this time to do something very important, Gohan, please!" he said clasping his hands together and bowing low to his older brother.

"I don't know, Goten, me being your brother shouldn't affect my treatment of you at school. And, if I was your teacher, I would say no."

"Please, Gohan! I really need to do this; it has to do with the stupid wish the dragon granted. If you don't let me go, my reputation will be ruined. Pretty please!"

Gohan took pity on his brother. "All right, but just this once. I expect you to be here tomorrow." Gohan signed the paper and handed it back to Goten.

"Thanks, Gohan, you’re the best!" said Goten running out of the office.

Gohan watched him go and wonder what in the world his younger brother was up to. He glanced at the clock and saw that it was about time to call roll. He looked with dread at the whistle and decided he'd better just yell for everyone to line up. He dropped the bag of ice and stood up to go do so.

* * * * * * * * * * *

Goten unzipped the orange jacket he'd been wearing, then pulled off the loose fitting jeans, to reveal that he'd been wearing his black Ninja outfit underneath the other articles of clothing. No one had even notice the black boots, since the long pants all but covered them. He pulled out his scarf and hood, covering his face and hid his clothes and bag in one of the boy's bathroom stalls.

All right thought Goten jumping up to the roof of the girls’ locker room. Here goes nothing. He levitated down to one of the windows and peeked inside. He sighed in relief when he spotted no girls inside getting dressed down.

They all must be in the gym by now. Goten slid the window open and stepped inside. He'd never been inside the girls’ locker room, not many boys had. The room was just like the boys only painted in shades of red instead of blue.

"All right," said Goten. Where could they have put those pictures? He began looking through the girls' stuff, not finding any of them.

"Nuts! Where could they be? I was sure that they'd have them in their bags, unless...." Goten looked at the line of girls’ lockers. He remembered where the group of girls sitting on his roof had kept their pictures. Goten face burned red. He slapped himself across the face and told himself to hurry up and get the photos before the girls returned.

Goten walked up to the first locker and opened it, digging around it he pulled out a bra and sure enough there were the photos he was looking for stuck in it. Quickly he pulled out the pictures, torched them, threw the bra back in, and opened the next locker.

"Wow, that was a good game!" laughed one girl student.

"Yah, too bad Goten wasn't feeling good."

"Is he even here today?" asked one student.

"I saw him earlier this morning in science class."

"Um? I wonder where he is?"

"Well, let get dressed and go find him!" said one girl.

"I don't know? I really don't want to go exploring around when there’s a rumor that there's a ghost about."

"Oh come on! There's no such things as ghosts."

"Yes, there is! My friend and me saw one earlier today in the darkroom! It stole all our pictures of Goten!"

"What?! That was probably just another student that's going to sell them off for big bucks."

"No it was a ghost! A ninja ghost!"

"I saw it too!" shouted another girl.

"What, when?"

"This morning. Me and some friends went to Goten's house to get some more pictures of him and this figure in black calling himself the "Flying Shadow" appeared and burned all our pictures with fire he created in his hand!"

"He created fire in his hand! He must have been a ghost!"

"It's probably someone's idea of a joke," said another girl. "I don't believe in ghosts."

"I'm telling you it was a ghost!"

"Sure it was."

The girls continued to argue over the subject still walking towards the girls' locker room.

Goten was almost done hunting through the lockers for photos. He was amazed at how many he'd already found. He was on the last locker right now. "There you are," he said pulling out three pictures. He accidentally pulled out a pair of girl’s underwear in the process, which fell to the floor.

"Oops," said Goten torching the last of the pics and bending over to pick up the underwear. "Wow, they’re so small," said Goten stretching them out a little. "What am I doing?!" he said and was just about to put them back when the locker door opened and a large group of girls walked in.

"Um...!" was all Goten could utter as he was caught red handed with a pair of ladies unmentionables in his hands.

"It's the ghost!" shouted one girl.

"He's got my underwear!" shouted another girl.

All the girls began shrieking about perverted ninja ghosts haunting the school to steal girls’ underwear.

Goten dropped the pair of underwear and was gone in the blink of an eye. To the girls it appeared as if he'd just disappeared, which convinced the non-believers that he was indeed a ghost.

* * * * * * * * * * *

Pan walked past the school gates and wondered were Trunks was.

"Hey, Pan!" someone shouted.

Pan turned to see Marron and Bra parked out front. Bra was dressed in a long denim dress, her hair pulled back in a ponytail, and she wore a pair of black shades. Marron was dressed in a pair of cut off jeans and a green tube top.

"Bra, Marron. Are you two here to take me to another party?"

Bra laughed. "No. I'm kind of hiding out and I didn't think my brother would be here to pick you up with all that's happened it the last couple of hours."

"What?! What do you mean?" asked Pan in confusion.

"You mean you don't know?" asked Marron.

"Know what?" asked Pan.

Marron and Bra exchanged looks. "Get in, Pan, we’ll explain on the way to Marron’s," said Bra.

Pan hopped into Bra's purple sport car and buckled her seat belt. She listened in shock as they drove down the highway.

"So you're telling me that they think my grandpa cloned Trunks and that they're going to sell him as a new product?! Even I don't believe that!"

"Hey, wouldn't you buy the perfect man if you could?" asked Bra in a teasing voice.

"Hn," said Pan tossing her long black hair. "I already have the perfect man."

"So you two are an item?" said Bra.

"Well...." said Pan. "We haven’t said it, but aren't we? I mean, we see each other as much as possible."

"That just might be the wish," said Marron looking at Pan through the mirror.

"Marron, you’re still not jealous, are you?" asked Bra.

"NO! I'm not! I never was! Besides, I don't want Trunks."

"Ohhhhh!" squealed Bra. "You like Goten now don't you! Was he that good of a kisser?!"

Marron nearly swerved into the opposite lane in shock.

"No, I don't!" she said blushing.

"You are! You are! You're in love with Goten-kun!" teased Bra.

"Will you stop that, Bra!" shouted Marron.

"I think you and Goten are perfect for each other," said Pan.

"You think so...," said Marron blushing again.

Both girls nodded their heads wildly at her.

"Hey, you guys! I've got a better idea of what we should do!" shouted Bra. "Let’s go pick up Goten from school and then we'll all go to my house and hang out with Trunks!"

"But—!" started Marron. Pan cut her off.

"Great idea, Bra! I want to see Trunks again and the group just won't be complete with out uncle Goten!"

"Yup!" said Bra. "Come on, Marron, head towards Orange Star!"

"No!" said Marron. "I thought we were heading away from all the trouble, not right into it. Don't you remember that your house is swarming with reporters, Bra?"

"I don't care, we'll sneak in!" said Bra. Bra climbed over Marron’s shoulder from the back seat and turned the steering wheel sharply to the side.

"Bra!" shouted Marron as the car almost hit another car, but was now heading in the right direction to Orange Star.

"You're nuts, Bra!" shouted Marron angrily at Bra, shoving the demi-saiya-jin back into her seat.

Bra grinned. "Some times you feel like a nut! Some times you don't! Almond Joys got nuts! Monds don't because—"

"Bra!"

* * * * * * * * * * *

"So what are we going to say at the press meeting?" asked one of the Trunks to his mother.

"I'm not sure, we can just tell the truth about Goku, that he never worked for us and that he's not having an affair with your father."

All three Trunks nodded their heads vigorously.

"That sounds like a good plan, but what are we going to do about the rumor of their being three of use?" asked one Trunks.

"But, it's not a rumor, there are three of us," said another Trunks.

"Some people have already seen more then one of use together," said the last Trunks to his mother.

Bulma rubbed her forehead it was turning out to be a long day. "Well, trying to hide that there is three of you now would just be too difficult."

"What?!" shouted all three Trunks.

"Do you mean you going to tell them about the three of us?!"

"You're not going to say two of us are clones, are you?!"

"You're not going to sell us, are you!?"

"What?!" shouted Bulma. "Of course I'm not going to sell you, that's against the law! And, why would I sell my own son?!"

The three Trunks cowered.

"I was just thinking that it might be better to just admit that there are three people that look like you running around. I know! We'll say two of you are actors for a new product or something! Yah, that's it! We'll make a commercial about our products being three times better then others!"

The three Trunks blinked at her.

"But mom, we're not actors."

"Yah, what product could we use anyway?"

"And we only have two days to make a commercial before we turn back into just one."

"Don't be silly, Trunks, we only have till tonight to make a commercial," said Bulma.

"What?!" shouted all three Trunks.

"But—" they all started to say.

"No buts! We'll use our new line of automobiles and bikes that we've just finished. I'm going to go get everything set up, you three go take a shower of something. You don't want to look ratty for your first commercial now do you?" Bulma gave them a quick smirk before leaving the open mouthed, wide-eyed trio.

"All we wanted to do was set Marron and Goten up today and spend the remainder of it together with Pan!" whined all three.

"Life’s not fair!"

"One of us should call Pan and tell her we won't be able to see her tonight."

"I call shower first!" shouted one Trunks running to his room and the bathroom.

"Coward!" shouted back both the other two Trunks after they'd gotten over the shock of watching him run away.

"I don't want to tell her either," said one of the remaining Trunks.

"I know, I don't either," agreed the other Trunks.

"Well, one of us has to do it."

"Fine," said the other Trunks. He grabbed a straw and broke it in half. "Shortest calls Pan."

"Fine," agreed Trunks and pulled out one of the straws. "Nuts," he said looking at the short one. "I’ve got the worst luck."

"Not any better then mine," said his other patting him on the back then leaving to go join the other Trunks in getting cleaned up.

"I hate my life," said the now alone Trunks pulling out his cell phone and dialing Pan's number. He waited as the phone continued to ring. "Hmmm, I guess she's not home yet."

* * * * * * * * * * *

Goten jumped from the roof of one building to another. He looked at the stash of photos he'd managed to collect. "Man, nearly every girl in the school had or has a picture of me," he said out loud. He'd checked just about every girl in the school for photos, he now only had two left, which he was having the hardest time finding.

"Where could they be? School's almost out," said Goten grumbling to himself. He recounted all the things he'd had to do to get all those photos. Luckily only a few more had hid them down their shirt, afraid that the perverted ninja ghost would haunt them till he'd stolen the photos from them. He didn't even want to think of the trouble that he'd gone through in getting the ones that were still down girls’ shirts. Goten's face colored again. From the information he'd managed to collect from listening in on girls' conversations, there were only two that he hadn't managed to steal the photos from a pair of friends: Liz-chan and Minako, and they were rumored to be guarding them with their lives.

Goten heard the five minute bell and cursed to himself. Five minutes and school would be out. Then he'd never have another chance to get those photos and destroy them.

The to-go bell rang and Goten scanned around the school campus for the pair, then he spotted them. "Just need to get your photos and this whole mess will be fixed," said Goten before taking off in a black blur.

Marron parked out front of Orange Star and checked her watch. "Goten should be out any minute, keep an eye out for him."

Bra leaned over the car door and peered at the front of the school.

"Hi Bra!" called a group of girls walking toward them.

"Oh Hi!" said Bra in a cheerful voice. "I haven’t seen you girls around in a long time."

"Bra, you know them?" asked Pan.

"Oh yah, they live around the same area as I do. How have you girls been?" asked Bra to the group.

"We've been better," said one girl not looking very happy.

"Why? What's the matter?" asked Bra.

"Our school is haunted!" said one girl. The girls all ‘eeped’ and clung to one another.

"Haunted?" said Marron. "I've never heard of Orange Star being haunted."

"But it is!"

"Yah, by a perverted ninja called the flying shadow!"

"A perverted... ninja?" said Pan.

"Yes, it's been in our underwear and it's been stealing our pictures of a really cute guy we all like."

"Who might that be?" asked Bra.

"Goten-kun!" smiled the girl. All the other girls swooned.

Marron frowned. "Have you seen him? We're waiting for him to show up."

"No, we haven’t seen him yet. You probably won't catch him though."

"Why do you say that?" said Marron narrowing her eyes at the girl.

"Um.... I mean he usually runs home."

"Yes, Goten-kun is one of he fastest runners there is," all the girls started swooning again.

"He... runs home?" Marron turned around so that the girls couldn't see her smile. "Well, at least he has survival instincts," she said too low for all but Bra and Pan to hear.

Bra giggled. "So your school is haunted by a pervert ninja. Sounds interesting, have any of you seen it?"

"I've seen it! It's a tall man all in black."

"Are you sure it's a man?" asked Bra. "Maybe it's a long dead ninja woman that died in combat before she could married her true love. And Goten looks just like her long dead lover, so she's risen again to drive off any competition and take Goten with her to the grave," Bra said this is a spooky voice, making all the girls shriek and cry.

"Poor Goten-chan!"

"To be seduced by a ghost! Oh what a tragic fate!"

"Boo hoo!" cried all the girls.

"Bra!" said Marron.

The demi-saiya-jin girl giggled again. "Just having some fun."

"You're going to start some ugly rumors," said Marron.

"Well, maybe a ghost really is after Goten," said Bra in a teasing voice.

"Oh come on! There are no ninja ghosts at Orange Star. I went there for school and I never saw any thing. It's just a prank."

Just then they heard screaming and saw a figure in black appear in front of two girls.

"Oh kami! It's the ghost!" shouted the girls and squealed in fright.

"I don't believe it!" said Pan.

"Let's go exorcise it!" shouted Bra jumping out of the car.

"Bra! You moron! Come on, Pan!"

Marron and Pan ran after the speedy demi-saiya-jin who ran right towards the figure in black.

Goten landed in front of the two girls that let out ear piercing cries of fear.

"Where are the photos?" asked Goten taking a step toward them.

"No! You can't have them!" said the girls. Once clutched her bag closer, the other clutched her shirt.

Goten sighed to himself. At least one of them isn't hiding it down their shirt. He easily grabbed the girl's book bag out of her grip and found the pictures. He stuck them down his shirt, dropped the girl’s bag to the ground, and advanced on the one that still had her pictures of him.

"Just hand them over," said Goten extending his hand for them.

"NO!" shouted the girl turning and running away.

Goten groaned and in a flash appeared in front of the girl. He grabbed a hold of one of her wrist. "Please just give them to me. I really don't want to have to get them myself," begged Goten.

"Ahhhhhh! Help!" shouted the girl. Several other students were now staring at them, or shouting ghost.

Goten flushed and he reluctantly pulled her closer.

"Kept your hands to yourself, you pervert!" shouted the girl covering her front with her hands. Goten simply grabbed a hold of the back of her bra and through her shirt undid it. The photos fell out from the bottom of her shirt.

"Finally, the last ones!" shouted Goten in triumph.

"Hey you!" shouted a familiar voice.

Goten lifted his head to see Bra barreling down on him.

"Ah crap!" shouted Goten grabbing the photo off the ground and taking off at a dead run.

"You won't get away from me that easily!" shouted Bra increasing her speed.

Marron and Pan ran up to the girl that had been attacked.

"Are you okay?" asked Pan.

"He undid my bra! He was trying to steal it!" shouted the girl. "And, he took my pictures!"

Pan and Marron got determined looks on their faces, they nodded to each other, then ran off in pursuit of the escaping perverted ninja ghost and Bra.

"Oh kami, I'm screwed!" shouted Goten jumping up on the roof of one building, Bra close behind him. He knew he'd never out run someone as fast as Bra.

"Come back here!" shouted Bra.

Goten yipped as Pan appeared right in front of him, her fist raised to strike him. He barely managed to dodge just in time, running off in a different direction, Pan and Bra both hot on his heels.

"Man! This is just not my day!" shouted Goten looking for some place he might lose them in. He skidded to a halt as Bra dropped down in front of him from above. He dove to the side as she kicked high at him and kept rolling at Pan had now caught up and was trying to knock his lights out.

"Wahhhhhh!" said Goten managing to get back up to his feet and continue the chase. "Will they ever give up?!"

Goten looked over his shoulder to see how far behind him they were, as he turned his head back foreword he ran face first into a raised arm that hadn't been there a moment ago. He fell to the roof with spots dancing in his vision.

"All right Marron! You got him!" shouted Pan.

"Sure doesn't feel like a ghost to me," said Marron rubbing her arm. "It sure has a hard head."

"Well, if it's not a ghost then it must be a person," said Bra going over to him. "Why don't we take a peek then?" she said grabbing a hold of his hood and scarf and pulling them off.

"What?! Goten?!" shouted all three of the girls, staring down at he still dazed demi-saiya-jin boy.

"Goten!" shouted Marron jumping on him and grabbing the front of his shirt. She began shaking the sense out of the already dazed Goten. "Since when did you becomes such a pervert! Stealing girls’ underwear! You should be ashamed of yourself."

"Ahhhhhhh!" said Goten as his head snapped back and forth.

As Marron continued to shake Goten Bra noticed that pieces of paper were escaping his shirt. "What's this?" asked Bra picking one up. Her face colored as she stared at it.

"What?" asked Pan, also picking up one of the picture.

"Oh my—"

"Marron I think you can stop shaking the life out of Goten," said Bra.

"What?! Why should I?!" said Marron. She'd stopped shaking him, but was still holding on to the front of his shirt. Goten had little stars flying around his head.

"Because I'd try and steal this too if someone had a picture of me like this," said Bra showing Marron the pictures she held.

Marron’s face turned crimson. She looked around at all the photos, some still in the shirt and others laying around them. "Wow, there's so many..." She picked up one of the photos lay around her and blushed even redder as she looked at it.

"Owww, my head," said Goten bringing his hands up to clasp it. He recovered suddenly and realized that Marron was sitting on top of him and all those embarrassing photos were in plain sight.

"Ahhhhhhh!" shouted the demi-saiya-jin boy sitting up so fast he knock Marron off of him. He began scooping up the photos and shoving them down his shirt. He snatched the ones from Pan and Bra and stuffed them down his shirt. Then he turned very red in the face and very silent.

"Don't worry, Goten-kun. We won't turn you in. I'd burn those photos though if I were you," said Bra.

"That's what I've been doing!" shouted the embarrassed demi-saiya-jin.

"You mean there were more of them?" asked Pan in amazement.

"Yes, lots, lots more!" said Goten. "This was the last of them, those two girls were the last ones I hadn't gotten the pictures from."

"Oh poor Goten-kun," said Bra petting the top of his head. "We'll stand guard, you go get rid of them, and change into some normal clothes."

Goten smiled up at her. "Thanks, Bra." He jumped up and ran to do just that.

Marron waited till no one was looking and stuck the photo Goten hadn't taken from her down her shirt.

* * * * * * * * * * *

All three Trunks looked around in amazement as people ran about setting up equipment.

"My kami! Did mom get all this set up in only an hour?" asked one of the Trunks jumping out of the way as someone ran past him.

Another Trunks was going to answer when a woman comes running up to them with two assistants.

"There you are! Off with their clothes!" shouted the woman.

The three Trunks paled and backed up till they were in a corner.

"Come on, pretty boys, time is short!" shouted the crazy woman. She grabbed a hold of one of the Trunks' shirts and began trying to pull it over his head.

"Ahhh! Who are you and what are you doing?!" shouted the attacked Trunks, trying to push the woman away from him.

"Girls!" said the woman over her shoulder and the two assistants began helping her try to de-shirt one of the Trunks.

"Eek! Hey, you two, help me!" shouted Trunks to his other selves. His protests then became muffled as the three women managed to pull the shirt up, but not off.

"Hey, you can't just go around pulling people's clothes off!" shouted one of the Trunks going over and trying to pry the girls off.

The groups all got into a giant struggle with the three girls managing to pull the shirt off of one Trunks, the shoes off another, and the belt off the last. The three Trunks soon decide that the best thing to do would be to run.

"Come back here!" shouted the three girls chasing the three Trunks around the stage.

One Trunks was chased up a ladder, a crazy girl hot on his heels. He ran into a problem when he ran out of ladder and the crazy girl got a hold of him, undoing his pants and tugging on them. Another Trunks was running around a camera trying to stay on the opposite end from the crazy girl. Unfortunately he was so focused on that, that he didn't see the long cable cords lying on the ground till he tripped over them. The girl wasted no time and soon had that Trunks hog-tied. The last Trunks had an iron grip on a metal pole that was bolted to the ground and ceiling and he refused to let good as the last of the crazy women tugged without success on him.

"What's going on in here!" shouted Bulma crossing her arms and glaring at them all. They all quieted their protesting and screaming.

"Mr. Briefs, would you kindly tell the models to let us do our job," said the woman that had first approached them.

"President! Would you tell them to stop trying to rip our close off!" shouted the one Trunks that had climbed up a ladder.

"Would you stop that!" he shouted down at the girl still pulling on his pants. She'd managed to pull it a bit down his hips. The only thing keeping her from pulling it all the way down was that Trunks was holding on to the back of them with one hand and holding onto the ladder with the other. Quite a bit of his black boxers could be seen.

"Yah, make them stop *choke*," the Trunks that had an iron grip on the bar was stopped from saying any more as the girl attacking him began pulling on his neck.

"I really must agree," said the Trunks tied up on the ground. The girl that had caught him was sitting on his back with a triumphant look on her face.

Bulma slapped a hand over her face. "Linda? What are you doing to the models?" Bulma asked the girl that appeared to be the leader.

"I'm just doing my job. You hired me to do costumes, I can't do anything if the models won't hold still."

"Why didn't you say that in the first place?!" shouted all three Trunks.

Bulma sighed again. "Sorry, Trunks, I should have warned you. This is Linda, she's one of the best designers in the business. I hired her to get you guys ready for the shoots."

"Gee, thanks a lot," said the Trunks stuck up on the ladder.

"I guess I should have warned you that she's a little crazy, but you know the creative types."

"A little, she's downright loony!" shouted the one hog-tied. The girl sitting on him hit him on the back of the head.

"What?! You can't appreciate my pure genius!" laughed Linda.

"Yes, you are a genius!" shouted one of her assistants.

"Yes, you are the greatest!" shouted the other.

The three Trunks groaned.

"Couldn't she just have given us outfits to try on in the dressing rooms?" asked the Trunks hugging the bar.

"We're being stripped far too often lately," said the one on the ladder.

"I'll say," said the one hog-tied.

"Fine, you can change in the dressing rooms, but be quick about it! Move it! Move it!" shouted Linda.

"We can't!" shouted all three Trunks.

"Oh," said Linda getting off of the one hogged tied. "You can let them go, girls!"

The girls nodded and let go of the two Trunks. Linda untied the other one.

"Oh, I kind of liked you all tied up like that!" said Linda as that Trunks moved to get up.

"Linda, this is suppose to be an ad, not a bondage film," said Bulma.

"Yah, yah, I get it. Girls, write that down for me. I think I might use it some day."

"Yes!" shouted one of her assistants and pulled out a pad of paper and a pencil. "Tie up purple haired pretty boy with camera cables," she muttered as she wrote.

The three Trunks sweat dropped as they looked at her.

"My!" said Linda going over to the three Trunks that where know lined up in a row. They looked more then a little nervously at her. "You sure did a good job in finding two other boys that look just like Trunks Vegeta Briefs. They really could be triplets. Which one if the really one?"

The three Trunks sweat dropped again.

Bulma laughed nervously. "We don't have time for this! We must hurry!" he said pointing at his watch.

"Right!" shouted Linda and began shoving one Trunks in the direction of the dressing rooms. Her assistants did the same for the other two.

"President! You can't just leave us with them!" shouted the three Trunks sounding more then a little panicked.

"Oh, you'll be fine," said Bulma turning around to go to other business. He didn't see the pathetic looks that crossed all three boys' faces.

* * * * * * * * * * *

Vegeta sat under one of the large trees in the back yard trying to mediate. The ex-saiya-jin’s eyebrow would twitch every few seconds and finally the saiya-jin princess gave up with a ‘humf’.

"Damn it! What's wrong with me! I never had this must trouble concentrating before!" The sayian princess flopped down and stared up at the sky. "It's like my body is all out of whack or something."

Vegeta closed her eyes and breathed in deep. It was an extra nice day today, the sun was toasty warm, a gentle breeze blew through the tree branches, and lazy white clouds drifted slowly by against a sea of blue.

"Hmmm...," said Vegeta opening her eyes. "That cloud reminds me of Freeza.... That one looks like Kakarot... and that one looks like me beating up Kakarot." The ex-saiya-jin grinned to herself. "And, that one looks like a fluffy bunny rabbit." A blank look crossed Vegeta's features as she realized what she just said. "Oh Kami, there's something wrong with me...." said the saiya-jin, really starting to get worried. She sat up and looked at her hands. The fingers were much more delicate looking then his much stronger saiya-jin form's had. "Maybe it's a human thing.... or maybe a female one. Females are always squealing and acting annoying over furry animals." She frowned at her hand and made a fist. "If I start squealing and being annoying like a woman I'll kill myself rather then live with the shame of it." She nodded her head and crossed her arms. "It's the only honorable thing to do."

Vegeta glanced to the side as she heard people yelling and making a ruckus. "Damn, what the hell's going on?" said Vegeta to herself. She blinked in shock as a herd of people started pouring into the backyard with cameras and microphones.

"I really don't like the look of that," said Vegeta getting up off the ground. Her instinct told her to run.

"There he is!"

"Are you sure it's a he?!"

"Who cares, let’s go interview it!"

The crowd all rushed at Vegeta, who had never felt so threatened by a bunch of humans before in her life.

"Vegeta! Are you a woman or a man!" shouted one of the reporters at her.

"What the hell kind of question is that?! Isn't it obvious!?" growled Vegeta looking for a way to escape.

The crowd paused to take in the very womanly shape of Vegeta. Many men got a strange look in their eyes.

Oh, no! I remember that look from Bulma's party thought Vegeta. She began trying to push her way through the group, not having as much effect as she'd have liked.

"Miss. Vegeta!—"

"Miss. Vegeta! Is it true that you are the lover of Son Goku?!" shouted one male reporter getting right up into Vegeta's face.

A shocked look cross Vegeta's face before it turned red with anger and a low growl escaped her lips. The reporter suddenly had a fist embedded in his face. He slowly slid off Vegeta's fist and fell to the ground. The group was deadly silent.

"Anyone else want an answer?!" shouted Vegeta at the group.

The reporters parted allowing Vegeta to pass.

Vegeta stormed away from the group, opened the backdoor, and slammed it shut behind her. Once she was inside....

"Ahhhhhhhh!" shouted Vegeta grabbing her hand and hopping around. "Shit, Shit, shit, SHIT!"

She shook her hand and rubbed it trying to lessen the pain. "That really hurt," whined the ex-saiya-jin through watery eyes.

After several minutes of cursing Vegeta calmed down, her hand still throbbing a little from the punch.

"What the hell were those morons talking about. Me being Kakarot’s lover! I'd rather die a hundred deaths then touch that low class pathetic excuse for a saiya-jin!"

She pulled some ice out and wrapped it in a towel to hold against her knuckles. "Oh, I think I'm developing a headache," grumbled the saiya-jin princess, pinching the bridge of her nose. "I need to lie down and relax."

Vegeta headed to Bulma's and her bedroom. Once there she flopped down on the large bed and started up at the ceiling. "Okay... this is... boring," frowned the ex-saiya-jin sitting up. She glanced at the TV sitting in a wooden entertainment center on one side of the room and then at the remote that was perched on the bedside table. She picked it up and began flipping through channels. It wasn't long before the saiya-jin princess stood staring at the TV with her mouth wide open in shock.

* * * * * * * * * * *

"Oh! This is so not me!" shouted one of the Trunks. He was dressed in the most skin-tight leather he's ever seen, let alone wore.

"I know what you mean," said this counterpart squirming uncomfortable in his leather outfit. "This is giving me one major weg—"

"I can't bend in this," whined the last Trunks. "I'm starting get sweaty with all these lights and I think these pants are shrinking!"

All three Trunks squirmed around like they had ants down their pants.

The three were dressed as bad boy bikers, the only difference in their outfits was one was a navy blue, another crimson red, and the last pitch black.

"At least we're almost done,"

"Oh Kami, is this really going to be a commercial on TV?" whimpered one Trunks.

All three Trunks groaned.

"I'm more concerned about how I'm going to get out of this get up," said one Trunks.

The three looked down at themselves.

"I think we're going to need scissors." The other two nodded their head.

"What's taking them so long to set up the next scene?"

"I want to know what the next scene is."

"I don't."

"I'm confused as to what this commercial is all about. This is what the fifth costume we've put on and shot scenes in."

"I think it's the sixth."

"Let’s see, so far we've been sailors, limo drivers, a group of cowboys, army soldiers, and businessmen."

"Don't forget bikers," said one Trunk.

"How could I."

"How many commercials are we doing?"

"I thought it was just one."

"Seems too long to be one."

"All right, that's enough talking, pretty boys," said Linda walking up to them. "You're wanted on stage."

"Is this the last shoot?" asked one of the Trunks.

"Let’s see, you've done the luxury car, truck, boat, helicopter, limo, and now you’re doing the motor bikes. You still have the basketball team shot with the airbus."

All three Trunks groaned.

"Quit you’re complaining! When this commercial is done you'll see the full genius of my talents put together!"

"Oh yes Linda! You're the greatest!" shouted one of her assistants popping out of no where and scaring the stuffing out of the three Trunks.

"Yes, the very best!" shouted the other assistant popping up on the opposite side of the Trunks.

"Ahhh! Scary!" shouted the Trunks hugging each other. "They're everywhere!"

"Hmmm....." said Linda looking at them. "I kind of like that pose. Girls write it down, I might use it later!"

"Yes!" shouted one of the girls, pulling out her pen and pad of paper. "Three sexy purple haired teens hugging each other in ass tight leather," she muttered while writing.

All three Trunks looked behind them at back of their pants. "Hey!" they all shouted, turning so that their backs couldn't be seen.

"Oh, come on, they're very cute butts. Now get them out there on that stage!" shouted Linda.

"Oh, could this get any worst?" asked all three Trunks.

"Bro? It that you?"

The Trunks paled as they looked over their shoulders to see Bra, Marron, Goten, and Pan standing behind them.

"Wow, those sure are tight pants. Where can I get a pair?" asked Bra.

All there Trunks jumped and turned around as fast as they could. "What are you guys doing here!" they all shouted.

"Why, we came to see how your first commercial was going," said Marron, running her eyes up and down the three. "It looks rather... interesting."

"It's not!"

"It's terrible!"

"We're never going to do another one of these so long as we live!"

"Hey, you purple haired hotties! I told you to get those cute butts on stage! Or do I have to send my assistants after you!?" shouted Linda.

A scared look crossed all three Trunks' faces and in a flash they were running towards the stage.

"Man, what's gotten into them?" asked Goten. Marron and Bra shrugged.

"What do you think Pan...? Pan!? Hello!" said Bra waving her hand in front of Pan's face.

"I think she's drooling," said Marron looking at her.

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Chi-Chi glanced at the clock on the wall. It was now dinnertime and no sign of Goku. She sighed, feeling pretty lonely.

"Where's Goten? Why didn't he come home? Surly he would have called if he was going somewhere."

Chi-Chi glanced at the remains of the telephone. "Oh. I forgot."

She sighed heavily and sat down. She didn't dare watch TV with all the mayhem going on, and she couldn't leave the house with out all those reporters following her and bugging her. The house felt so cold and empty that she felt like the only creature alive in the world at the moment.

"Goku," said Chi-Chi putting her head down on her folded arms. Soft sobs filled the kitchen.

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Goku looked up at the stars that were just starting to come out. The sky was changing in color from a light blue to a dark navy. He lay under a tree his jacket pillowed under his head, lucky for him it was a warm night tonight. Even if it had been cold he could turn up his ki a little to warm himself. Out here under the sky was where he felt the most like himself, the most he'd felt himself since the dragon had come.

"What should I do?" For all his genius, he didn't know how to respond to the events that had taken place. He sighed, picking a rock up that he'd been lying on and tossing it into the lake that was close by. "I want to make Chi-Chi happy, but I know that I don't. She deserves nice things and to be told how special she is, but without this wish I never notice those things. I never treat her right and let her know how special she is to me." He bowed his head, ashamed of himself. "I run off whenever something interesting happens, leaving her behind. I'm not responsible, I can't think past what's in front of me.... What, I already have. If this wish lasted, then she'd have a real husband, someone that would do all these things for her. Someone responsible that would work, buy her nice things, and show her how much he loves her." A long pause and Goku began plucking blades of grass. "But... but I'm not happy like this.... I feel so tied down, like the whole world is standing on my shoulders and if I stumble at all I'm going to drop it on my foot." He plucked one blade of grass and brought it up to his eyes, turning it around as if studying it. "But it makes her so happy. She likes knowing where I am, that I'm safe and not fighting or hurting myself. She likes the gifts I give her and the words I tell her when I'm like this.... I could use the dragon balls.... I could make myself smart all the time.... I could make her happy all the time."

He brought the blade of grass down to his lips and blew making a soft lonely whistle that carried and played through the night; Sweet yet mournful and sad.

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The three Trunks blushed slightly as the Z fighter teens all laughed at them.

"Poor Trunks, what a day you boys have had," said Marron sitting in the living room with the rest of them.

"Got to be a life size Ken for those girls, did you, guys," laughed Goten.

Pan was looking up at the ceiling with a dazed look on her face. "Tight...leather..."

"All right! Don't you think that's enough!" shouted the three Trunks.

The group giggled a little more at them, then quieted down.

"Well, at least mom's got things under control," said Bra leaning back in her chair. "I can't believe half the rumors that I heard."

"You shouldn't believe even that many," said one of the Trunks.

"So what did you guys do all day long?" asked another Trunks.

"Ghost haunting!" said Bra. Goten slapped a hand over her mouth and laughed nervously.

"Don't pay any attention to her, Trunks. Nothing special happened today! Ha, ha, ha, *cough*"

The three Trunks all gave him weird looks.

"Oh boy, look at the time, we've been chatting for quite awhile now," said Marron looking at her watch.

All three Trunks yawned at the same time. "It is getting late," they said in tired voices.

"Don't do that!" shouted Bra.

"Do what?" asked one Trunks.

"Yawn like that, don't you know yawning is contagious?!" Just then Goten yawned loudly and fanned his mouth.

"See!" said Bra pointing at Goten.

The group laughed at that.

"We'd better get home. Do you need a ride Pan...? Goten?" Marron asked

All three Trunks covered their mouths to hide smiles as they eyed the two.

"What are you grinning at!" demanded Marron.

"Nothing!" said all three Trunks, putting their hands behind their heads and starting to whistle to themselves.

Goten scratched his head. "What up with them?" asked Goten to Marron.

Marron blushed. "Um, I haven’t a clue.... Do you want a ride or not!"

"No thanks, I'll fly home. I don't want you to go out of your way for me."

"You sure? I mean I don't mind, really."

"Well, in that case sure. I'm a little afraid I'll fall asleep while flying." Everyone in the room gave him an odd look.

*Sign* "Only Goten could do something like that," said Bra. She hopped up. "Good night you guys. See you later," she called before disappearing down a hall.

"That girl drives me crazy," said Marron. "Well, let’s get going before it gets to late." She got up. "Good night, Trunks."

"Night, Marron," called all three Trunks waving at her.

"Good night, Trunks," said Goten getting up and punching the Trunks on the end’s shoulder. The punch carried through that Trunks, making him hit the one in the middle with his shoulder, who hit the one on the end with his shoulder.

"Good night," said the three to him rubbing their shoulders.

"Come on, Pan," said Marron waving her hand in front of Pan's face.

"Tight... leather..." mumbled Pan.

"Oh, for crying out loud. Would you say good bye to Trunks and get in the car, or I'll leave your love sick butt here!"

That snapped Pan out of her stupor. "Uh? What did you say, Marron?"

Marron sighed in disgust and threw her hands up in the air.

"Good night, Tiger Lily," said all three Trunks standing up. They went over to her and all kissed her on the lips. Pan looked like she was right back in her stupor when they were done.

"Thank you so much, Trunks!" snapped Marron at him. "Goten, carry her!"

"Yes, Mamma!" said Goten giving her a mock solute and scooping Pan up.

"Night, Trunks!" they all called before walking out of the house.

The three watched them go and then turned to go to their own futons.

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Gohan ran the thick brush threw Videl's silky black hair.

"Miss your own?" she asked in a teasing vice.

Gohan snorted behind her and smiled. "A little."

She laughed and bowed her head more, enjoying the feeling. "So how was work? Did you have more trouble with your class?"

"Actually, I taught PE as a sub today. I'm doing it tomorrow, too."

"Did you have fun?" asked Videl looking over her should at Gohan.

"Some," laughed the Namek sei-jin, "till I found out something about Namek sei-jins that I didn't know before."

"What's that?" asked Videl taking the brush from him.

"Nothing you need to know," said Gohan hugging her from behind and lying down with her.

"I feel like I'm in bed with your teacher," laughed Videl.

Gohan snorted against her neck. "Go to sleep."

She laughed again, then reached out, and flipped off the light switch.

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Bulma yawned and fanned his mouth as he walked down the hall to his and Vegeta's bedroom. Boy, was he tired after setting up all that stuff for the last minute commercial. Luckily the commercial would be ready by tomorrow and he'd finished writing out his speech material for tomorrow's meeting.

Bulma yawned again and opened the door to his room. He stopped dead in his tracks as he saw Vegeta glaring at him with the most murderous look she'd ever seen on her face male or female.

"Vegeta?"

The ex-saiya-jin silently turned the TV on.

"The Briefs family has refused to make any comments regarding the rumors that Capsule Corps has begun research in the field of cloning. A farther look into the matter on the Son Goku and Vegeta affair, it is believed that President Bulma's husband has had a sex change to turn himself into a woman so he could divorce the Capsule Corps' President Mrs. Briefs and run off with Mr. Son."

Vegeta turned the TV off and silence ran through the room.

"Um... Vegeta I can explain..." stammered Bulma

Vegeta picked up one of the pillow and head towards Bulma.

Bulma gasped and closed his eyes, thinking the ex-saiya-jin meant to suffocate him. He opened them to see Vegeta just standing in front of him.

Without a word the ex-saiya-jin shoved the pillow at Bulma and slammed the door right in his face.

Bulma stared at the closed door for several seconds before glancing down at the pillow he held.

"I don't believe this! Vegeta kicked me out of my own bedroom!" he shouted to himself. Grumbling, Bulma marched down the hall to a guestroom.

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The dragon almost fell off his couch with laughter. Oh, what a show! Cloning and affairs! It didn't get much better then this. He laughed harder remembering Goten's appearance as the perverted ninja ghost called the "flying shadow" and Gohan making himself pass out with his own whistle. He giggled uncontrollably remembering Goku standing on the ledge of the Shuzy building and roared with laughter remembering the three purple haired boys being chased around the stage made to wear the those uncomfortable outfits. "Tight...*giggle*...Leather... Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!" Laughter continued to echo off the dragon's stone den walls for quite some time after.

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In the next chapter of Be Careful What You Wish For! Goku's gone out to find the dragon balls, will he forever after become Goku the loving responsible husband?! Bulma gives his report and then has a little talk with his friend Chi-Chi. There's only so much a man can take! It's time for Bulma and Vegeta to... kiss and make up. Pan begins to get nervous. Will Trunks still love her after the wish wears off?! Will Goten and Marron become a couple? Will Gohan develop his own cheer-leading squad? This and so much more in the next chapter of BCWYWF!

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Chapter 4 / Bulma’s Hideout / Chapter 6