Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Undercover ❯ Sick ( Chapter 3 )

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“SUPER SAYAIN 3!” I exclaimed, this couldn’t be, could it? No half Saiyan had ever reached that level. Dad had been close, all of us thought if a half-Saiyan could go to the next level that it would be him, I guess dad had finally been surpassed.

“Did you have to yell? I’m not deaf yet,” Trunks said as he held his over sensitive ears.

“Sorry,” I apologized sheepishly, my face turning a familiar shade of red. I could feel Trunks’s eyes on my form, staring, mesmerized on something.

“What?!” I asked getting annoyed with his staring at me.

“I...uh....well....what are you wearing?”

I blushed at the comment, I knew that this outfit was a bit more form fitting than what I usually wore. It seemed to fit to my every curve, tightly around what breasts I did have, tight on the waist and the hips, then flowing outwards with gracefulness that I didn’t think I should be wearing for a fourteen year old.

“Well, you see......” I trailed off has I felt my face grow hot from the blush that was surely showing.

But to say the least it seemed Trunks wasn’t doing any better, just the thought of the awful thing that I had been stuck in made my face turn the shade of a tomato. He was a 17 year old guy and he was looking at me in a way no one had before. Just thinking of the previous position they had been(when Trunks was on top of her trying to save her from Freeza), made my eyes grow wide at the thought of my father ever finding out.::Gulp::

“Um, I guess we should go, huh?” I said nervously.
“Yeah,” Trunks replied back as his eyes roamed everywhere but at me. He was probably thinking the ground looked really interesting at the moment.

Taking off into the sky, I hovered, waiting for Trunks to catch up who seemed to be hesitant for some reason. But shaking it off as nothing, he reached the place where I was and together we headed for Capsule Corps.

One hour later the two had successfully reached the Briefs’ residence. Preparing themselves for anything that could possibly be thrown their way. Walking to the front door they didn’t even get the chance to open the door before it swung open, and there stood a teary eyed Bulma, who through herself into the arms of her eldest child.

“Thank Dende, you’re alive,” Bulma sobbed out as Trunks hugged her, trying to calm the sobs that racked her body.

“Shhhhh, mom, everything’s fine, Ok?” Trunks soothed as he pulled back and looked into the older woman’s crystal blue eyes that were just like his.

“Yes, everything is fine now that my family is home. Oh Pan, dear, I’m sorry, you must be ready to murder us for keeping you in that dress...although it does look quite nice,” Bulma said as she winked in my direction.

“Yes, I am about ready to kill one of you guys, and this thing is annoying,” I stated as I glared a glare that would of made Vegeta step back in fear.

“Alright, alright, I’m sure Bra would have something you could wear. Why don’t you go see?” Bulma said as she motioned up the stairs.

“No, no, I don’t think so,” I stated as I remembered the wardrobe that Bra loved so much. Yuck! There was no way you were going to get me in something like that.

“Well I suppose you could go and get something at your house. Trunks go with her, if Freeza shows up she’ll need some protection,” Bulma announced as she waved us off like a couple of flies.

“You couldn’t just wear some of my sister’s stuff now could you,” Trunks said exasperated as we flew through the air towards my house.

“No I couldn’t. Can you imagine what I would look like in the stuff she wears?” I stated back as I shivered from the thought of wearing that cheap stuff.

“Yeah I can,” he answered as a mischievous grin broke out on his perfect face and my cheeks burned like they had been set on fire.

To say the least we didn’t say anything the rest of the way, even thought that stupid smirk didn’t ever leave his face. I wanted to punch his so bad, but what was the point, it would just feel like a tiny pinch now that he went to the next level.

Reaching the front lawn we walked to the door and turned the knob, entering the now deserted house. Locking the door behind the both of us just to make sure that no burglar would decide this was a nice house to steal from.

“Am I going to have to turn on T.V. and wait?” Trunks said teasing me, making me smile and give him a look.

“Yeah right, you don’t know me very well do you Trunks Vegeta Briefs?” I said as I walked up the stairs to my room.

Walking into my room I walked over to my closet and grabbed my shoes, shirt, and jeans that normally wore. Quickly discarding the dress that had begun to tear from all the abuse it had seen. Taking off my high heels and throwing them into my closet none to gently, I pulled on my jeans and reached for my shirt as the window to the right of me lifted and in stepped a figure I couldn’t quite recognize.

“Looky, here I guess I caught myself a little whore, didn’t I?” an evil laughter filled the air as I slowly turned my head to the figure that had entered my sanctuary.

There, by the window stood and alien that was both white and purple, he was the ugliest thing I had ever seen. His eyes were cold and fierce, his smirk held no warmth that Trunks’s had.

Lunging toward me, he grabbed my shoulders and I fell on to my bed with great force. I was so scared, here I was with a male alien on top of me and I had no shirt, just a bra and jeans. Smirking he lowered himself on me, and breathed on my skin, making it crawl with disgust. Reaching around behind me, he tried to unfasten the clasp on me undergarment.

“TRUNKS!!!!” I screamed as I finally found my voice. The hand of the alien came down hard and landed on my cheek with much force making me cry out in pain.

All of sudden the door burst open and in the door way stood and infuriated Trunks. His eyes were a glowing yellow that was not normal. His hair instantly going gold and grew to really long lengths, clear down to the back of his knees, his eyebrows disappearing and his body stiff.

“Freeza,” he whispered out with more disgust than I had ever heard from his mouth before.

After that was said he lunged towards Freeza, knocking him off the and on to the carpeted floor. The room filled with the force of their ki’s, the walls cracking and the pictures upon the walls falling to the ground. The pressure in the room was unbearable, pushing me into the back wall, denting the hell out of it.

Punches were thrown at the two fighters, Trunks taking the more of the hits. The favors were in Freeza’s favor, as he started to fire a ki blast at the downed warrior. Without thinking twice I rammed my body into the side of his, knocking him off balance and allowing Trunks to regain his footing.

Trunks saw the opening and took it. Forming a ball of energy in his hands he shot it towards the strange alien shooting him out the nearby window, into the distance. Trying to catch his breath he looked around the room, taking in his surroundings.

“What....what happened?” Trunks questioned as he held his head in his hands.

“You don’t remember?” I questioned in astonishment, but come to think of it, his eyes had turned red for some unknown reason.

“No, all I remember is slamming your door down and finding you two in avery dangerous position. And then everything is a blank.”

Trunks looked up to see me sitting on the floor crying my eyes out. My shaking shoulders shook up and down with each sob. Suddenly a pair of arms lifted me up and sat me on their lap. I felt a hard chest behind my back and smelt the scent that smelled of the woods and a masculine scent that was his very own. I felt safe within those inviting arms, protected from the dangers of the outside world. But, dear reader, do not let me lead you to believe that Trunks was wanting to have his way with a fourteen year old girl, no, he was only comforting me in my time of need.

It seemed only minutes that we sat there, but turned out to be hours, for now the sun was rising and we still sat there watching it rise as it promised a new day full hope. Neither of us tried to move, both happy with just being in each others company.(Just remember Pan has not been able to put a shirt on, she is still only in a bra and jeans, and is still sitting on Trunks’ lap).

“Well I guess we better be going, mom’s going to be in hysterics my now. I don’t even want to imagine how Videl and Chi Chi are handling our disappearance,” Trunks explained as I rose from his lap, stumbling as I did so because of the lack of use they had for many hours.

Grunting Trunks intern arose and stood, stretching his tired limbs until they once again worked properly. Just now remembering that I didn’t have a shirt on, I let out a squeak of surprise and ran into my bathroom with a rush, after I grabbed a shirt of course.

Walking out of th adjoining bathroom, I met Trunks’ gaze and both of us blushed and turned our heads to look away from the other. Rising from his spot on the bed he exited the house from the hole in the wall where the window had once been. Taking to the sky we both enjoyed the feeling of soaring through the air, the crisp morning air stinging our noses until they glowed red.

Arriving at Capsule Corps we prepared ourselves to be yelled at to an inch of our young lives. Taking a deep breath Trunks unlocked the door and opened it, looking nervously around as if there might be a chance of escape. Pushing him in, I shut the door behind us, looking at the empty room we had walked into I curiously walked into the next room, which happened to be the kitchen.

“Anybody home!” I hollered from my spot by the table.

“Come on, maybe they’re downstairs in the lab,” Trunks stated as him and I went to the basement where the rest of the warriors would be treated for their injuries.

Reaching the bottom of the steps I was immediately surrounded by the sounds of machines running full blast, the air smelled of medicine that made my stomach turn, and the sounds made by ears buzz. There was no homey touch down here, everything was tidied just right and the room was mainly made of metal. Turning the corner we saw the healing tanks that was filled with a blue/green gel to heal the many wounds of it’s occupant.(These are the same as the Sayain healing tanks you see Goku in on planet Namek when the war with Freeza was happening.) I looked the opposite way though, since for the healing, the occupants had to be completely nude. Yuck! I don’t really want to see my family naked.

“Hey Bulma, what’s up?” I called as Trunks and I strolled to the spot where she sat in her office style chair in front of dozens of tiny, lit up buttons.
“Hmm? Oh, hi Trunks, Pan, I’m just running the tanks. I was just checking your father’s readings, Pan, he was seriously wounded,” Bulma explained though her face never left the board of buttons.

“Yeah, I know, I found him remember,” I said as I looked at my father’s beaten and bruised face.

“Of course, I forgot,” Bulma said distractedly, her fingers at her chin and her eyes searching the readings that were in front of her eyes.

“Oh man, I don’t feel so good...” Bulma trailed off as she ran into the adjoining bathroom to the right of the tanks.

“What’s wrong with your mom?” I asked as I looked towards the bathroom where the sound of gagging was coming from. She was obviously vomiting for all she was worth.

“I don’t know. I’ve never seen her sick before, ya know, since she’s mated to a Sayain,” Trunks said as he looked from the readings to the occupants of the tanks in front of us.

“Never? She’s never been sick before?”

“Nope. Well, unless you count the time....”

“Count what time? Trunks, are you Ok? You don’t look so good? Oh Dende, it most be contagious!”

“Pan, if what I’m thinking it is, believe me, it’s not contagious.”

“Well, are you going to tell me?”

“No, not till I know for sure.”

“Oh I’m sorry guys, I didn’t mean to run out like that on you,” Bulma apologized as she walked out of the bathroom wiping her mouth.

“It’s no problem mom, but, when did you start feeling like this?” Trunks questioned as he looked his mother over.
“Um, about a week ago I believe. Why?” Bulma said as she stared at her son questioningly.

“Oh, nothing,” Trunks sighed out as I heard him murmur under his breath the words “Damn it, Dad.”

“Trunks?” Bulma asked as she looked at him with worried eyes.

“Yeah?” he asked back as he turned his attention to his blue haired mother.

“Do you think you could watch the monitor and everything? I’m gonna go lay down, I’m not feeling the best,” Bulma asked as she headed out of the basement.

“Oh man,” Trunks started as he sat down in Bulma’s chair.

“What?” I asked as my curiosity reached it’s peek.

“Nothing.”

“Trunks! Tell me!”

“No.”

Everything was silent as I glared at him from the corner of my eye. If someone could die from my glare, he would of been six feet under three days ago. I don’t understand why he won’t tell me. What if Bulma is seriously ill? Didn’t I have a right to know if she was, but, I guess Trunks being her son, had a right to choose who to tell. Damn it Trunks, this is maddening!

Ten minutes without any change. I knew Trunks knew I was giving him the evil eye because he kept looking my way and quickly back down, I’m sure I looked ready to kill. The rage that Trunks was keeping something from me was at a boiling point, and it threatened to boil over. Though before I had a chance to give him another piece of my mind, Trunks yelled like I had never heard before.

“DAMN IT FATHER! WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL HER!?” Trunks screamed, enraged with what I thought was an unconscious Vegeta.

“Trunks! What are you doing?! You know as well as I do that Vegeta is unconscious!” I yelled at how insensitive this jerk could be.

“No Pan. Dad’s awake, just as much as you and me. He’s been up for about five minutes now, just watching us, mainly me fuming at his STUPIDITY!” Trunks yelled the last part as he sent a death glare at the king of Sayains.

“I head that brat. I don’t need YOU telling me what I did wrong!” Vegeta yelled back at his son from the tank he was in.

“Well someone needs to. She has a right to know!”

“I just didn’t tell her right away. I’m not sure how she’ll feel about his now that she’s this old. And she is my mate, I decide what to do in these situations dealing with her!”

“Well, she is smart, it won’t be long until she’ll find out. I wouldn’t want to be you when she finds out.”

“Shut up, brat!”

“OK! THAT’S IT! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!” I screamed at the two now shocked Sayain (spelling?) males.

“PAN! WATCH YOUR MOUTH!” a voice yelled from behind me as I visibly cringed at the thought of this person hearing me say such things.

“Sorry mom,” I replied as I bowed my head in shame, I was in for it now.

“Oh look, dad’s awake!” Bra exclaimed as she bounded down the stairs. “Ewwww dad! Where’s your clothes?!”

“Uh.” was all Vegeta could get out as everyone stared at the wide eyed Bra.

“Dad why do you look like that?” Bra asked curiously as the rest of us fell to the floor. I would have been sure she knew what the male body looked like, obviously not.

“Oh my gosh, she’s right! Pan close your eyes immediately!” a voice contradicted as I rolled my eyes. Sometimes I seriously wondered about my family.

“Grandma!” I wined as I looked at the woman behind me. Grandparents! Can’t live with ‘em, can’t live without ‘em.

“Pan let’s go upstairs. You can tell me what’s wrong with daddy,” Bra chirped as she looked my way.

“Um, I don’t think so. I think this is something your mom and/or dad needs to tell you about,” I replied as a blush spread across my cheeks and the tip of my nose.

“Why?” Bra asked.

“Enough questions dear. Why don’t you go upstairs and call one of your friends or something?” Grandma suggested as she ushered the naive girl out of the medical area.

“Ok, bye guys!” Bra yelled and waved as she left the basement.

“I don’t want to go through that again,” I commented as I stared in the direction she had walked to.

“Vegeta! I’m surprised at you! She doesn’t even know about the birds and the bees yet!” Grandma ranted as her hands flew to her hip.

“So what! My little girl doesn’t need to know about those kind of things yet!” Vegeta yelled at the woman.

“Oh, yes she does. Trunks, how old were you when you found out about these things?” Grandma asked towards the teenager beside me.

“Um, seven,” was his reply as he looked towards the floor.

“And Pan, when did you?” Grandma asked me as she stared me in the eyes.

“I, um, I was eight almost nine,” I answered her as I found the floor and surrounding walls extremely interesting.

“Honestly, Vegeta! Pan is younger than Bra and she doesn’t know yet!” Grandma yelled as she pulled the famous frying pan out from behind her back which both me and Trunks shied away from. Even though Trunks wasn’t a Son he had been the victim of one of Grandma’s famous hits before because of the things that Goten and him had done when younger. Trunks usually being the leader of these adventures.

“Listen everyone, I’ve had enough of all this nonsense!” Vegeta bellowed from where he was at.

“I agree with father, but I still want to know why you didn’t tell her!” Trunks shouted once again.

“I didn’t feel like it!” Vegeta shouted back.

“Didn’t tell who what?” Videl asked as she stared at the two males curiously.

“He didn’t tell mother something, the what he can answer for himself,” Trunks answered as he glared once again at the injured Vegeta.

“Well?” Videl questioned the king of Sayains.

“Yes, we’re waiting,” Grandma Chi Chi added.

“Well, as long as you don’t open any of your big mouths,” Vegeta stated as he looked at each one of us.

“Yeah, I promise,” Videl answered as she clutched her hands to her chest with excitement.

“Of course!” Grandma replied irritated, her hands still upon her hips.

“Duh,” was my simple reply as I was still agitated at being left out of the secret for so long.

“I already know anyways dad,” Trunks said as his voice dripped with venom.

“Ok then, I’ll tell you. Bulma is.....”

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That&# 8217;s the end of another chapter. I know it’s and evil cliffie but it’s getting late and I’m tired so deal with it. Don’t worry I’ll try to update as soon as possible and tell you what is going on with Bulma. Oh, to let you know this chapter was a total of 12 pages, be happy. But maybe you have some guesses on what is wrong with Bulma, if ya do, tell me, I liked to hear what you think it is.
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