Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Slumber Party! ❯ This and That. Bits and Pieces ( Chapter 22 )

A/N: Sorry my last chapter was so godforsaken short! :)

~Ami

It had been less than three days since the arrival of Terra and her more than a little strange younger brother, Cyclone, who, for the most part, spent his time in their ship beyond the gravity of Earth, waiting. Every once and while, however, he came down, to visit his sister and make sure she was treated all right, he claimed, but Piccolo had the vague feeling that it was more than that.

"I don't like this." He said, as he and Tori sat out by the fishpond and she watched the fish swim in lazy circles around the artificially heated water. It was a particularly warm day for Novemeber, Tori mused, and the thought of Thanksgiving, one of her family's favorite holidays made her chest ache with longing. She turned to Piccolo and asked what he meant. "This. That woman and her brother. He's up to no good…"

"Maybe he's just worried about his sister, Piccolo." She said, sighing and shoving a tendril of her pale hair out of her face, "I would be, if I were him…"

"How can you defend him?" He asked, incredilous, "He nearly killed you, or have you forgotten?"

"I haven't forgetten anything." She said, "And I am being careful. I won't fall for the same thing twice…" As she said that, her eyes seemed to glow a bright red before switching back to her normal blue color.

Piccolo reached out and wrapped an arm about her shoulders, drawing her backwards to rest against his chest. His cape about them both he said softly against her hair as the evening breeze tossled a few strands upwards to tickle his nose; "No matter what happens, Tori. I will not lose you."

Tori shivered in spite of herself. Was it from the cold wind that seemed to come from nowhere? Or was it because of the feirce possessivness in Piccolo's voice against her ear? She could not have said. Instead she nodded her agreement and continued to allow him to hold her.

Standing by the sliding glass door, the Saiyan Prince smirked, arms folded across his chest as she watched the namek and the girl embrace near Bulma's idiotic little fishpond. Well, he mused, as he thought of his mate and why he hadn't gone along with her and the others…he did not relish the idea of spending two whole weeks alone with the cackling hens and has choosen instead to stay home where, hopefully, everyone would just leave him alone to train in peace, At least someone's getting some. He felt a familiar tugging at his groin and growled deep in his throat as thoughts of Bulma's pretty little ass flitted across his mind.

Get ahold of yourself! Vegeta gritted his teeth and turned away from the window, right into Terra, who was heading past towards the kitchen. Her scent nearly knocked the wind out of him and he pressed back against the sliding glass door so as to allow her ample room to pass.

She smells…familiar…He thought as she passed him, and his heart raced in his chest, And good.

Terra, used to the thoughts and emotions of other beings being low-keyed and difficult to pick up, inless they were unusually strong, like her brother's, paused in her direction as she felt an odd surging of her blood and several images that portrayed things being done by two beings in an act of love or procreation which caused her face to flush a deep crimson.

She turned and looked at Vegeta from the corner of her green, cat-slit eyes, reflecting his customary smirk back at him. Vegeta froze instantly as she continued by.

But she caught his last thoughts before she entered the kitchen.

She heard! But how could she have heard…?

Cyclone grew weary of this. He had wanted to take Terra with him and go seek out those dragonballs himself, but she had wanted to stay and learn more of the strange Earth creatures…even though some of them were obviously not of this planet. He ground his teeth together and sat at the helm, gazing out across the blackness of space and watching the ball of blue and white and green spinning slowly below him, he'd never been able to refuse his sister anything.

He knew, as long as she wanted to remain her that he would have no choice but to wait and bide his time as well. Sometimes he hated his sister so much he could kill her. He resented the fact that she was older and stronger than he. If he didn't love her so much he would have found a way to dispose of her long ago.

As it was, right at the moment, as he drummed his fingers along the chair's arm, he was more bored than he ever thought possible. At least during those long years in space he had Terra to talk to. Now…now even talking to himself had grown tiresome. He played with balls of floating water for awhile, experiment with new forms of this power, and when, at last, he could come up with no more new shapes or ways in which to apply it, he sighed and sank down deeper into the chair.

Suddenly, as a lark, he switched on the monitor that showed where his sister was at all times and the surrounding area. He sat up straight in the chair and pressed the zoom-in button. Off a ways from the main house, nearly where he'd first encountered the green one and the little blonde woman-child, he saw someone going through the motions of training.

Ah, yes! The Little Prince, He said to himself, as he watched the man shoot a series of ki blasts at nearby trees, blowing them up but leaving no fire to spread like the girl had, he obviously had more control and was strong. Very strong! I've just got an idea how to aleviate my boredom…

"Computer…" He spoke to the ship, knowing it's advanced technology would grant him whatever was within it's ability should he merely speak his need aloud; "Transport to the cordinates…" He paused, looked around to make sure he didn't forgot to turn someone off or something on and as an afterthought before leaving the ship, added; "Run a complete diagnositics on all systems while I'm out."

Meanwhile…A few states away in a hotel room…

"I can't believe it was that easy, Chi Chi!" Bulma beamed as she held the slightly glowing orb in her hands up near her eyes, she counted three stars on it, "Just think! All we needed to do was bribe that porter and he just gave it to us!"

Indeed. Chi Chi thought as she unpacked her and Gohan's clothes. She began folding them up neating and placing them in the dresser drawers. She was sharing her room with Bulma, Gohan and Marron. Krillin and Goku had the room next door. Gohan had wanted to bunk with his father but Chi Chi, having thought ahead, had brought along all Gohan's schoolbooks and said that if he slept in with his father he'd never get any of his work done and would stay up exchanging battle stories with his father and Krillen instead of sleeping or doing homework.

As it was, she all ready had her little son just miserable as could be hunched over a stack of books with his nose nearly touching them at the little desk the hotel provided. She'd made sure to keep the television off as well so as not to distract him from his work. As soon as they'd arrived, Bulma's radar had gone haywire.

They'd followed it's beeping and chirping towards the front desk as a porter was just about to carry someone's luggage up to the elevator. Bulma had approuched him, wearing a tight blue tank that showed off her assets and matched her eyes and very short short pants Chi Chi was nearly certain were illegal in some countries and stopped the man with a carefully timed inhalation of breath and a toss of her blue hair over one shoulder.

"Care to show me what's in your pocket?" She'd giggled, a perfect imitation of Krillen's girlfriend, who was standing next to Chi Chi and others, watching, "I can make it worth your while…"

Gasping, his eyes bulging nearly out of their sockets at Bulma's heaving bosom, the porter stuttered, "H-how much?"

"Oh, say…" And she leaned over, whispered in his ear as she trailed a finger casually up his lapel to caress his cheek and his eyes bugged even wider, much to Chi Chi and the other's amazment. She glanced over at Goku and smiled as he seemed to look as confused as to what was happening as his son. Not Krillen, however, the short little man was merely smirking side-long at Marron, who seemed oblvious to her boyfriend's leering.

The porter had given Bulma the dragonball he had and she paid him a nice sum of money for it. But Chi Chi had scolded her on the way to their rooms; "I almost thought you forgot you're a married woman, Bulma!"

"Hey, just because I'm married doesn't mean I've forgotten the art of getting what I want from the opposite sex," Bulma said, as they entered the elevator, "Although, I must say, that was too easy."

"Now, after a few days rest here," Bulma went on, "We can go on looking for the next one!"