Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Half Brother ❯ Chapter 1

Half Brother

By: Bulmafox

Chapter 1

"Aw man, what a snoozer. I thought I'd never get out of there," Trunks complained, referring to the meeting he had just skipped out on. "I don't know how Mom endured all that…boredom. She probably carried a whip wherever she went." He did his best impersonation of his mother, "'You bums better whip into shape before I sic my husband on you! And believe me, you don't want me to do that.' `Oh Miss Bulma, we'll do anything you ask, anything, just don't sic that psy-I mean incredibly strong and well-built man on us!' Hahaha, she probably had `em shaking in their boots," Trunks laughed as he walked down a busy street a few blocks away from his office. Suddenly, a strange man caught his eye. Wait a minute, he looks just like Gotenks…without the purple streaks, that is. Trunks decided he just had to check this man out.

"Hey, man," Trunks greeted the strange man, `My name's Trunks. You new in town or something?" He stuck out his hand.

The strange man took Trunks' hand and shook it firmly. "My name's Trey. I'm only staying in town for a little while."

"On business?"

"You could say that. I'm looking for my father. You wouldn't know him by any chance, would you?"

"Maybe. What does he look like?"

"I dunno. I've never seen him before."

"What's his name?"

"I'm not sure. Mom only mentioned his name a few times. Basically she just calls him `your daddy' or `your father'."

"Yeah, mine, too. Both of my parents do that. It's like parents don't want you to know they have names. So, friend, wanna eat dinner at my house tonight? You must be starving."

"Sure, I'm famished. Uh, can I bring my mom?"

"Of course. `The more the merrier' I always say. I like to think of my family as one big happy family, though you'll have to watch out for my dad. He's the King of All Grouches. So, seven o'clock?"

"Sure, why not. We'll be there. Nice meeting you." Trey said as he walked away.

"Nice meeting you, too!" Trunks called after Trey.

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"I'm sure glad that's over," Bra complained to Pan as they sat outside during lunch hour, "I mean, what are we ever going to need sewing for? My mom is the president of the most illustrious company in the world, and she has never sewn a stitch in her life."

"Ex-president", Pan corrected her.

Bra made a flat face. "You don't have to remind me. Stupid Trunks is president now. I swear, he can't run his way out of a paper bag, especially since he keeps playing hooky….Pan? Pan, yoo hoo, are you there?"

"Check out that fine hunk of man over there," Pan said in a dreamlike trance.

"Where? Where-ah." Bra fell into the trance as soon as she laid eyes on the man standing only a few yards from them. "I gotta get his phone number." Bra jumped over the school fence and ran toward the mysterious man.

Pan immediately snapped out of her trance. "No, wait, I saw him first!" she called out as she hopped over the fence.

"So what sign are you?" Bra asked the mysterious man when Pan gave her a big whap to the head. "Pan! What's wrong with you?"

"He's mine. Not yours, mine, so get your grubby little mitts offa him." Pan growled.

"What about Trunks?" Bra teased.

"Forget Trunks, this guy's way dreamier." She turned to the gaping man in front of them.

"So, what's you name and where have you been all my life?"

"Uh, Trey," the man said.

Bra elbowed Pan and took over. "So, what side of the fence are you on?"

"Huh?" Trey asked stupidly.

"Straight or gay? Are you straight or gay?"

Pan pushed Bra to the side. "What kind of stupid question is that, moron?"

"Excuse me, but it's a perfectly legit question," Bra said snobbishly, "I want to know whether or not he's fair game."

"Of course he's fair game. No one that good looking could possibly be gay."

"You baka, let him answer that for himself! And even if he is fair game, he's mine!"

"Mine!"

"No, mine!"

"No, he's mine!" Pan tackled Bra and the two engaged in a rough wrestling match

After a few minutes looking stupidly at the two girls fighting over him, Trey finally spoke up. "Um, girls? Uh, I have….girls? GIRLS!"

The two girls froze in place.

"I have a solution. Why don't I give both of you my phone number and we can all talk tomorrow?" Trey wrote his number down on two slips of paper and gave them to the girls.

"YAY!" Both girls cheered in unison.

"By the way, I never got your names"

"My name's Brassiere, but you can call me Bra," the blue haired girl crooned, lovestruck as a puppy.

"My name's Pan, but you can call me Pan," the black haired girl crooned, equally as lovestruck.

"Okay, Bra, Pan, see ya later", Trey called back as he walked away.

"He looks just like your dad-" Pan started.

"-and acts just like Goten. I think I'm in love." Bra swooned. The two girls were so entranced they didn't hear the bell ring for third period.

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"Hey Mom, I'm home", Trunks announced as he walked in the door and disposed of his brown business suit and glasses. "Hope you don't mind I brought a friend over."

"Sure, not at all," Bulma called from the kitchen, "I hope he brought his appetite. I cooked plenty of food tonight."

"Oh, I'm starving miss…uh…" Trey said with a grin on his face.

"Bulma. Call me Bulma. Anyway, grab what you can `cause the food'll be gone before you know it. My family eats like an army, especially Vegeta." She turned to Trunks. "Don't go too far. Dinner'll be ready in half an hour."

"Okay. Sure, Mom. C'mon, Trey." On the way up to his room, Trunks whispered to Trey,

"You would never know it now, but my mom used to not be able to cook to save her life. Dad and I put on big drama scenes about her food being poison."

"I heard that!" Bulma yelled from the kitchen.

"But now it tastes great!" Trunks yelled from the stairs. "See ya!"

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A half hour later, the dinner table was all set and everyone was seated, even Trunks' new friend. "Hey Trey, I wanna introduce you to the rest of the family. The man at the head of the table is Vegeta, my dad, the one on the left is my mom, Bulma, and that bratty little girl on the right is…get this…her name is Bra!" Trunks said as he pointed to each member of the Briefs family. "So, where's your mom? I thought she was coming over for dinner."

"Oh, she is, but she said she had to get primped first. She looked like she was getting ready for a date."

"Just like my sister. If she's not going on a date she's dragging poor Dad to the mall." Trey stifled a giggle.

"I am not!" Bra burst out. "At least I'm not an old fogey, unlike a certain someone whose name starts with a `T'."

"Hey, you're the girl I saw at that school today, aren't you?" Trey asked.

Bra blushed furiously. "You remembered. So, how do you like the dinner so far?"

"Hey, stay away. He's my friend." Trunks threatened.

"So? He's my soulmate!"

"You're too young to have a soulmate, Bra", Vegeta chided.

"But Daddy, just look at him." Bra squished Trey's face at her dad. "He's so cute. He looks just like you and he even has Goten's personality. What more could you want in a future husband?"

Vegeta lifted an eyebrow. "'Husband'? But you just met him five minutes ago."

"Oh, come on. Don't tell me you didn't know Mom was `The One' when you first met her."

"Actually, it took two years of living with her and a lot of fighting."

"But I bet the making up was well worth it."

Trunks made a disgusted face. "Eew, Bra, I'm eating!"

"See? An old fogey. I rest my case."

The rest of the dinner went smoothly, though Bra couldn't keep her eyes off Trey. She knew something wasn't right about him, and she was determined to figure out what it was. After a while, it finally hit her. She excused herself and dragged Trey into the kitchen.

Bra jumped all over Trey. "Why didn't you tell us before?!"

"Tell you what?" Trey asked.

"You're Vegeta's son, aren't you?"

"I am?"

"Hello! You look just like Dad. You popped up out of nowhere. I bet your mother is just dying to bust this little party up and spill the secret. Well congratulations. You just broke up this family."

"You think your dad cheated on your mom with my mom?"

"Bingo! Although your mom did a pretty good job hiding the affair as long as she did."

"You mean she kept an affair secret for 40 years?! And I didn't know all this time?!"

"What? Exactly how old are you, anyway?"

"Me? I'm 38."

"Oh, now that's a lot better!" Bra breathed a huge sigh of relief. "For a moment there, I thought Dad had an affair behind Mom's back after Trunks was born."

"Come again?"

"You're 38, right? Trunks is 30 years old. Mom told me she broke up with her then-boyfriend and got with Dad about two years before Trunks was born, so that means they must have first met about thirty-two or thirty-three years ago, long after you were born. There's no way Dad could have cheated on Mom if they hadn't have met yet."

"So, what are you going to do?"

"I think I'll keep your secret for now. It would kill Mom to find out Dad has a secret child, no matter how long it was before they met or how clueless Dad is about this child. I also think I'll go upstairs and dispose of my dinner. I can't believe I made plans to marry my brother!"

"Don't you think we ought to go back now? Your parents must be worried about you."

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"What took so long, Bra?" Trunks teased, "Did you and Trey `do it' yet?"

"Trunks, how disgusting! I do not sleep around with all the men on the block!"

"Of course you don't. Just seventy-five percent of them."

"Ha ha, very funny, Trunks. What if I'm a virgin, huh?"

"Well you sure don't dress like one." Trunks heard a faint knocking at the front door. "I'll get that, Lil Kim."

"Hey!" Bra yelled at her brother as he walked to the door, "I am not Lil Kim! I only listen to her!"

"All right, all right, I'm coming!" Trunks half-yelled at the door. When he opened it up, he almost fell over. "Videl? Did you get your hair cut again?"

"What are you talking about?" the black haired woman asked.

"You know, when Gohan was Saiyaman and we fought Buu. You had your hair cut short then."

"Oh, my name's not Videl. I'm Trey's mother. I hope I'm not too late."

"Uh…sure…you're right on time", Trunks stuttered as he ushered the older woman into the dining room.

As soon as the two entered the dining room, Vegeta stood up and stared at the woman as if he just saw a ghost. "Seripa? You're supposed to be dead!"

Bulma immediately jumped all over her husband. "Vegeta, who is this woman and how do you know her?" she asked, pointing to Seripa.

"She was one of my comrades."

Bulma cast a deadly glare at Vegeta.

"In Raditz' squad!"

"What on Dende's green Earth is she doing here?!"

"That's what I'd like to know." Vegeta turned to Seripa. "You were supposed to be dead. How did you escape, anyway?"

"Long story, " Seripa said flippantly, "I'm just glad I found you. Now we can finally be a real family."

"Hold it!" Bulma demanded. "What's going on here? Who's a real family now?"

"Me, Vegeta, and Trey, our son." Everyone except Bra and Trey gaped at Seripa, not believing the news they'd just heard.

Bulma slapped the stuffing out of Seripa, at least as much stuffing as she could. "Liar! Vegeta would never cheat on me, ever!"

"Who said he did? A long time ago we were lovers, on Vegeta-sei. Yep, we spent countless nights locked in each other's arms. I remember it like it was yesterday," Seripa said fondly. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm taking my family home. It was nice of you to take him in while I was gone, but he's going back where he belongs now."

"Hold it, Seripa!" Vegeta contradicted. "Do you have any idea who the woman who's about to strangle you is?"

"Why yes, I do. She's the woman who took you in a while ago and got you ready for my arrival."

"Do you even realize how big of a head you have? The angry blue-haired woman on my right is my wife, Bulma. And the purple-haired man and the blue-haired girl you see in front of you are my children, Trunks and Bra. Mine and Bulma's children. And another thing: we did not spend countless nights locked up in each other's arms! It was one night! One night!"

"Ah, but how magical that night was. So passionate, bed-breaking, so hot and sweaty-"

As Seripa raved on about her and Vegeta's "magical" night, Trunks whispered to Bra, "Go down to the lab and get something for Mom now, before she kills us all." Bra looked over at her mother, who was so angry she literally couldn't move, and hurried down to the lab. A second later, Bra came back up holding some sort of high tech gun, and handed it to her mother.

"The way his hands slid their way down to my-ah!" Seripa shrilled as Bulma shot her straight in the chest, knocking her backwards.

Bulma mustered her deadliest stare for Seripa. "Get out now before I kill you where you stand."

"You wouldn't dare kill Vegeta's one true love. You don't have the heart."

Bulma aimed for Seripa's shoulder and shot it.

"Ouch! You could hurt someone playing around like that!"

"And that was with the safety on. Next time I'll turn it off and aim straight for your heart."

"Fine, I'll leave, but I know who Vegeta really wants. It'll only be a matter of time before

Vegeta throws you out like the rag doll you are and runs back to me." Seripa sauntered to the front door.

"Vegeta, I'd like to have a word with you. Alone!" Bulma dragged Vegeta by the ear into the hallway where they could talk privately.

"If you leave me for her, our marriage is over."

"I didn't say I was leaving you."

"Yeah, but you were thinking it, weren't you?"

"If you actually paid attention to my mind, you'd know I was thinking the complete opposite."

"Oh, really. Tell me Vegeta, what does this woman mean to you?"

"She was a good friend of mine, a long time ago."

Bulma rolled her eyes. "'Good friend'. I've heard that one before."

"It was Yamcha feeding you that garbage, not me, now let me finish! A long time ago, years before I first set foot on the Earth, there was an elite squadron composed entirely of Saiyans. Those Saiyans we Nappa, Seripa, Raditz, and myself. Nappa, the former commander-in-chief of the entire Saiyan army was our…baby-sitter. Raditz, the low-class son of Bardock, also known as Kakarot's brother, was one of my partners in crime. Seripa, who was named after her mother who served in Bardock's squadron, was my other partner in crime. Whenever the three of us weren't busy purging planets or kowtowing to Frieza's demands, we would plan sabotages of Frieza's bases. Two of us would infiltrate the base while the third stayed on the ship as a lookout. Of course, Nappa wouldn't have any part in it--"

"That's very nice, but is there a point to this story?"

"The point is that all three of us---me, Seripa and Raditz-were all very close. Seripa had what you call a crush on both me and Raditz. I of course was too busy plotting Frieza's demise, so I couldn't care less about a relationship, so she chased after Raditz instead. One night, about five years before I first landed on Earth, all three of us crippled a particularly strategic base, and we celebrated afterwards. I went to the nearest bar and got myself drunk. Raditz went to a harem and worked off a lot of pent-up energy, and Seripa disappeared for a few hours. Sometime after midnight, Seripa waltzed into the bar, led me to the nearest room, and one thing led to another."

"Hmm, a drunken night…from the way Seripa described it, it seemed like a sign that you two were meant to be."

"Seripa has an extremely high opinion of herself, probably because her mother fought on Bardock's team. That's what got her killed. The next morning, Seripa was in such a high she decided to take on a fortified base alone. She rushed off to battle and she was never heard from again. A few hours later, Frieza told us she had been killed for her insolence and used her as an example to anyone else who might turn on him. I hated that one of my own teammates went and got herself killed because of Frieza. From that point on, I detached myself from everyone, even Raditz; so much so that I was actually happy when he died."

"Sounds to me like you mourned the loss of a lover."

"I would've done the same thing had Raditz been the first to die. However, I would've been glad to get Nappa out of my hair no matter when he died. And before you ask, I most likely would've still ended up with you even if Seripa had lived. I was still too focused on Frieza for many years to come, and she surely would've gotten tired of waiting. Besides, you're the one who builds my gravity rooms."

Bulma did a fake pout. "So, that's all I'm good for, is a workhorse?"

"And my own personal pleasure slave." Vegeta grinned wickedly.

"Oh? Last time I remember, you bowed down to me."

"We'll see who bows down to who when this is over, woman." Vegeta led Bulma to their bedroom and closed the door.

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"My father has been with my mother for thirty years. He is not going to leave her for another woman at the drop of a dime."

"Oh, really, Trunks. Then why'd he look so shocked to see me alive?"

"Anyone would be shocked to see someone who had been dead for over thirty years!" Trunks shouted at Seripa. "I know what you're trying to do, and it won't work."

Seripa played innocent. "Oh, little ol' me has a secret agenda? Why, I'm shocked!"

"You're trying to tear this family apart so you can get Dad back. I'll see to it myself that you don't succeed." He turned to Trey. "And you aren't any better. I thought you were my friend. You just used me to get your mom over here so she could break up my family."

"I didn't know that man was my father, I swear!"

"Oh, sure you didn't. You look just like him! Anyone would've been blind not to see the connection!"

"I guess that means you're blind as a bat, boy," Seripa said with a snicker.

Trunks made a flat face. "That's it. Get out of my house."

"Or what?"

"Or I'll kick you out."

"Ha! Just try it, boy. You can't even fight your way out of a paper bag." Seripa challenged.

Trunks charged towards Seripa to kick her out personally. About halfway there, he heard some very familiar noises accompanied by some very familiar moans. "Not again!" Trunks said incredulously. "Don't they ever stop!?"

"I think it's romantic," Bra countered.

"Romantic my foot! You're not the one who got scarred for life walking in on them when you were little."

"Seripa, listen and listen good!" Trunks heard his father shout from upstairs. "Because this is something you'll never get from me again! Ever!" Bulma and Vegeta then made some noises that would've made even Bra cringe.

Seripa looked truly shocked at the idea of Vegeta making love to anyone other than herself, especially that little battle axe he called his wife. She huffed and made her way to the front door again. "I know when I'm not wanted. I'll be back, though, and it won't be pretty. Let's go, Trey." Mother and son both left, one right after the other.

"Whew, saved by our parents' lovemaking," Bra sighed with relief.

"They won't be gone forever. They'll be back, with a vengeance," Trunks said ominously,

"This does not bode well for our family."

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"What?! You can't be serious! I'm not letting him move in here." Bulma shot straight up in bed at the thought of Trey living in her house.

Vegeta sat up beside her. "You're the one who told me to take responsibility for my son. And besides, you wouldn't like the alternative."

"You mean ignore the son and kill the mother?"

"No. I mean visit Seripa's house. I might stay gone for hours, maybe days at a time, and you'd be here pulling your hair out wondering if Seripa and I have slept together yet."

"I still don't like the idea of letting the symbol of yours and Seripa's union live under my roof."

"Come off of it, Bulma! My one night with Seripa was nothing compared to what I was forced to listen to for months on end before you finally broke it off with that weasel!"

Bulma grinned. "Until I slipped up and cried out you name instead of Yamcha's."

Vegeta pulled Bulma onto his lap and rested his head on her shoulder. "Yes, I remember that well…Bulma, you don't trust me not to run off with Seripa, do you?"

"Well…it's not exactly you I'm worried about, but…Seripa's the kind of woman who doesn't give up easily. She'll do anything under the sun to get you back."

"Oh. So you're saying I don't have the willpower to resist all her feminine wiles. In that case, I guess there's only one thing for me to do. I'll just have to prove you wrong. Let Seripa live here for six weeks and do her worst on me. Install security cameras wherever you see fit, but keep them hidden and don't tell me where they are. I'll show you I can resist anything she throws at me."

Bulma thought about the proposal for a minute. "…Fine, but if you so much as kiss her, you might as well marry her because I won't let you back in."

Vegeta sighed. "Fine, I won't kiss, grope, ravish, or do anything to her that I do to you. Now let's enjoy the night before we have to deal with everything tomorrow." Vegeta pulled Bulma down with him and did a repeat of that night's performance.

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Up in her room, Bra muttered, "Here they go again", before cranking up the music to drown out her parents and picking up the phone to dial Pan's number.

"Hello, Gohan? Can I talk to Pan?" Bra asked.

"Sure, darling. Pan! Bra's on the phone!" Gohan called upstairs to Pan.

"Geez Gohan, could you say that a little louder? I don't think my parents heard you yet", Bra winced as she held the phone away from her ear.

"Oops, sorry. Here's Pan."

"Hi Bra. What's up?" Pan asked.

"Pan, you can have Trey, I don't want him anymore."

"But why? You fought me tooth and nail for him."

"Because I just found out he's my half-brother."

"Oh….eew! Do you know what this means, Bra?"

"Yeah, you don't have to rub it in. I'm surprised I haven't lost my lunch yet."

"Wait. How is he your half-brother?"

"Because my dad has a secret son."

"Say what?"

"A long time ago, before the terror known as `T' was ever not thought of, my dad had this one night stand with this woman, who looks a lot like your mom, named Seripa. Apparently a child resulted from this one night although my dad didn't know about it until just now. He said this Seripa woman's supposed to be dead. Perfect scandal stuff."

"Bra, you said this Seripa looks like my mom, right?"

"Yeah, so?"

"So what if my mom is just playing a trick on your dad?"

"Not unless she cut her hair and put in contacts."

"Huh?"

"Pan, you've seen your mom's teenage pictures before, haven't you?"

"Yeah…"

"Have you seen the pictures from when her hair was really short and your dad was the Great Saiyaman?"

"Yeah, although my dad would die if he knew I know he was a power ranger."

"Seripa look just like that, except her eyes are black."

"Oh….What are you gonna do about this whole thing?"

"What can I do? Just sit back and hope Seripa doesn't break up my mom and dad. I still like Trey, though. He makes a cooler brother than Trunks."

"That's because Trunks isn't wrapped up in scandal."

"Anyways, I get the feeling Trunks doesn't like Trey at all."

"Why wouldn't he?"

"Because to him it's living proof that my dad was with another woman before Mom. I think he's afraid Dad will run back to Seripa because of this child."

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After Seripa left the house in a huff, Trunks ran up to his room and speed-dialed his best friend's number using a second phone line. "Hello? Goten? You gotta help me!"

"Whoa, whoa, slow down. What's going on?"

"My life is falling apart."

"Wha--? Trunks, you're the most organized man I know. How can your life be falling apart?"

"That's at work. My family life is falling apart. My dad has a secret son and he and his mother are conspiring to break my family apart."

"Say what?"

"A long time ago, my dad had a fling with this woman named Seripa, and now she wants him back. And her son's helping her, too."

"Wait, how do you know he's Vegeta's son?"

"Are you blind?! He looks just like him!"

"Well sor-ry. I've never seen him before."

"Well, if you see him in the streets, don't bother to help him. He may act like you, but that's all it is: an act."

"Don't you think you're overreacting? Maybe if you actually try to get to know him, he

won't be such a bad guy."

"Who's side are you on, Goten?!"

"Yours, but so far this secret son-"

"Trey."

"-Trey doesn't sound all that bad. Anyone who acts like me can't be bad. Besides, wouldn't it be cool to have a brother around to gang up on Bra with?"

"Not if the brother tried to play matchmaker with his old parents, regardless of the step-family."

"I…don't follow you."

"Goten, your intellectual resemblance to your dad is so uncanny it hurts. Let me put it into words you can understand. Let's pretend that my mom and dad had this one-night thing and I was the result of that night, okay?"

"O-kay…"

"Okay, now pretend that my mom and dad split up shortly afterwards. My mom married Yamcha and had two kids by him, and my dad got sole custody of me."

"Whoa, how'd he do that?"

"Goten, this is just pretend! You know, make believe? Anyways, let's say my dad suddenly found my mom again a few years later and he wanted her back."

"Yes…"

"Well, this would be my first chance to meet my mom, so I would do everything I could to make my mom divorce Yamcha and marry my dad, even thought my mom has two kids by Yamcha already. Now do you understand the kind of threat Trey represents?"

"Well, maybe you misjudged him. Maybe he just wants to be friends with everyone."

"No, Goten, I'm afraid he isn't like that at all. Remember how my dad used to be before Majin Buu reared its ugly head?"

"He practically ignored you unless you were in the gravity room with him."

"Yes. Well, after the whole Majin Buu thing, he started spending a lot more time with me. It was like he was making up for lost time. Anyways, if Dad felt that bad about missing out on eight years of my life, imagine what he must be feeling at the idea that he missed out on almost forty years of his other son's life."

"He would try to, like, stuff in forty years' worth of quality time into a few months."

"Exactly. And Seripa would use that against Dad. In fact, I wouldn't put it past her to say something like, 'I'll let you take your son to the amusement park, but only if you hop into bed with me'. And he would do it, too, because the only way he could get to know his son is if he did everything she told him to."

"She wouldn't go that far, would she?"

"Oh yes she would. She's as persistent as my mom and almost as calculating."

"So what do you want me to do about all this"

"Get your place ready in case I have to move out."

"Okay, but I only have one bedroom…"

"I'll take the couch. Thanks, man."

"Anytime, bro. By that way, what's all the racket I hear in the background?"

"Oh, it's just my mom and dad. They're being extra loud tonight. I wonder if they're being extra loud to scare Seripa off."

"I can just see it now," Goten did his best Bulma impersonation, "'Look what I have, Seripa, and you don't. Ha-ha-dee-ha-ha. Nanee-nanee boo-boo, stick your head in poo-poo.'"

Trunks rolled over laughing. "Man, you're too much, Goten. Well, I have to get to sleep now. I have a big meeting in the morning and I can't nod off `cause it'll look bad for the company. Night, Goten."

"Night, Trunks." Goten hung up.

After Trunks hung up the phone, he got ready for bed, put his headphones on, and let the soothing sounds on his CD lull him to sleep.