Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Requiem for Vegeta-sei ❯ 11 ( Chapter 11 )

Disclaimer: *mumbles through a mouthful of Christmas cookies* ey dun wown dbz!

Homini woke with a start, unsure of where she was. The soft bed and warm blanket was a quick reminder though. As she sat up, she looked at what she had assumed to be Earth's style of a clock. It was displaying the bright red numbers of three-four-six. What ever that meant, it held no meaning to her.

She got up and fished through her coat pocket for her scouter. When she looked at its standard space clock, she at least got a time that she could understand. She looked back at the Earth clock and its last digit had changed. The numbers still held no meaning to her.

She knew Bulma had told her that the morning meal was at seven but she had no clue how long it would be until then. She noted that it was still dark outside. Then again she was not even sure at what time the sun rose or how long after it that breakfast was.

She got up and stretched. She knew she had not slept long at all. She picked up her boots to carry them down stairs with her. She went to unlock the door but stopped to listen. She could still hear one of the boys snoring and another's steady breathing. That meant that Trunks and the other half-breed were still asleep.

She descended the stairs in the dark. Once she found her way back to the sitting room that they had been in earlier she tried to remember which way Goten had went when he fetched the tea from the kitchen. After a few minutes, she found herself in what looked to be the kitchen.

She pulled out one of the chairs at the table and tossed her boots beside it. She sat down and crossed her arms over her chest. After sitting for an unknown amount of time, her head slowly fell so that her chin was resting on her chest. Her breathing became steady and her posture more relaxed.

Bulma padded into the kitchen wearing her robe and slippers. She turned the lights on making her squint at the brightness. She yawned and proceeded to turn the coffee pot on. She had not slept well that night. She turned and shook her head at what she saw.

The new Saiyan houseguest was sound asleep at the table. Sleep made the girl's expression soften causing her to look younger than Bulma originally thought. That did not surprise her much, the same thing happened to Vegeta when he slept. She would have to guess that the girl was closer to Trunks' age than she originally thought. That thought hurt her a little.

Bulma started over to wake the girl up but stopped. It was a hazard to one's health to wake a sleeping Saiyan. So she just started to get the stuff out for breakfast. She tried to work quickly and quietly but that was hard when one was cooking for a small army of Saiyans.

Homini woke up the smell of some sort of meat frying on the stove. She turned her head in the direction of the smell and discovered her neck was quite stiff. She saw many pans on the stove with all sorts of Earth foods cooking in them. She uncrossed her arms and rubbed her eyes; sleeping upright in a wooden chair was not the most comfortable thing in the world.

"Rise and shine, sleepy head," came a voice that was all too cheery for her liking.

She turned her head to see the blue-haired human, Bulma, pouring an orange liquid into a glass. The woman handed the glass to Homini, "Here, drink this, it's just fruit juice."

The Saiyan took the glass and sniffed it warily. It did not smell all that bad so she took a sip. It was not the best tasting drink in the Galaxy but it was refreshing. She nodded to the woman who was watching to see if she liked it and took another sip.

"Good morning, Homini," Bulma greeted seeing that the girl trusted her enough to drink the juice. "Breakfast will be ready shortly."

"Warm sun and bright moon to you," the girl replied receiving a strange look from her father's mate. "Umm…good morning?"

"That's ok, I'm just not used to hearing Saiyan phrases. Vegeta is not the most verbal person in the world," she encouraged. "Can you help me get breakfast on the table before the boys stampede down here. Don't laugh, but two can be stampede if it's Trunks and Goten."

"Is it seven yet?" Homini asked as she got up from the chair to help.

"Oh, is that why you were down here? How could I be so forgetful," Bulma chuckled. "I didn't realize that you might not have known Earth time. Vegeta never showed up for anything when I told him to but he covered it up by saying that he would do what he wanted, when he wanted. It took me three weeks to realize that he had no clue how to read a clock. Well, at least an Earth clock."

Bulma pointed to the clock on the wall and started to explain the specifics of it. Homini listened quietly trying to commit it to memory. Just as they were finished the two boys came into the kitchen. Goten yawning and Trunks looking just as angry as he did the night before. Goten smiled hugely and ran to the table.

"Alright, waffles!"

Trunks just sat down beside his friend while glaring at the girl. Bulma shook her head and finished pouring juice for everyone. Just then a bright-eyed bundle of pure energy came bounding into the kitchen followed by the elder Briefs.

"Mommy!" Bra squealed. " G'mornin'."

The seven converged at the breakfast table. The dark haired teenager dug right in by stuffing his face full of his favorite breakfast food: Waffles. Homini glared at his lack of table manners disdainfully. She reached across the table and smacked his hand down before he could put another bite in his mouth.

"Hey, what was that for?"

"Don't you have any respect?" the girl accused. "You shouldn't start eating until the oldest in the household have started. I can't believe they let you get away with that, even if the elders aren't Saiyans."

Everyone stopped and stared at the girl for a moment. Then Dr. Briefs shrugged and started to eat his breakfast. His wife sipped her coffee and Homini took it as a sign that the meal had begun. She dug into her meal with the appetite of a true Saiyan but with definitely more table manners than any of the Earthbound Saiyans ever showed.

After everyone finished, Homini got up from the table. Everyone else went their separate directions to do their own things. The girl was left to wonder around the house alone; Bulma had said that she could go anywhere she liked just as long as she did not get herself into trouble. After a few minutes, she found herself back in the sitting room once again. She sat down quietly as space-travel lag was catching up with her again. The recent journey was the longest one she had ever been on and her internal clock was way off. She found herself lying down on the couch to take a small rest.

Half an hour later, Homini's eyes popped open and she let out a scream. Something was sitting on her chest and it was alive!

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A/N: Thanks to smdsp for the idea of "space-travel lag". I know this isn't much of a cliffhanger but I couldn't do a chapter without one.