We left the chamber and were greeted by an eager Bulma. She had a ship crammed with supplies and the Z crew and was insisting we come with her.
"Where are we going?" I asked, confused.
"A picnic!" she declared. "All work and no play! Come, come. I have a change of clothes for the two of you in the ship!" Trunks and I followed behind the pushy woman, snickering as we spied a sullen Vegeta already in the ship. She tossed us each a cloth package and told us to change. I opened it to find a pair of jeans shorts and a tank top. I smiled and began pulling the torn t-shirt off until Trunks grabbed my hands.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"Changing," I replied as if it were obvious.
"In front of everyone?" he asked, nodding to the group of people staring at me wide-eyed.
"I change in front of you and Mom all the time," I argued.
"We're different!" he snapped.
"I changed in front of Gohan," I pointed out.
"When you were eleven!" he cried.
"So what's different now?" I questioned. Trunks rolled his eyes and pointed to my chest.
"Uhm, dear, it's not really proper to change in front of grown men," Bulma said.
"I don't mind!" Roshi exclaimed.
"Shut up!" Bulma snapped, smacking the old man upside the head.
"Then, where do I change?" I asked. Mrs. Briefs stood with a smile and retrieved a blanket from what I guessed was the picnic basket.
"I'll just hold this up in front of you," she said cheerfully. I shrugged and moved to a secluded corner of the ship, letting Mrs. Briefs hold the blanket in front of me while I changed. When I was done, she dropped the blanket and I spied Trunks changing as well.
"No fair!" I cried. "How come you can change wherever you want, but I have to go hide?"
"I'm a man," Trunks said with a roll of his eyes.
"That is so sexist!" I huffed. "And I suppose if we go for a swim I have to keep my clothes on then too!"
"Yes!" Trunks exclaimed.
"I think she must be related to Goku," Oolang said. "They both don't seem to know what modesty is."
"But swimming in clothes is uncomfortable!" I whined.
"I don't care!" Trunks snapped. "No one is seeing you naked!"
"But you, right?" I pouted.
"Yes!" he said.
"Oh, leave the woman alone," Vegeta grumbled, no doubt tired of our bitching. "If she wants all of creation to see her in the buff then so be it."
"Thank you, Vegeta," I said.
"Father..." Trunks growled.
~*~
I laughed at Trunks shocked expression as Krillian sang loudly.
"Can anyone possibly think this is good?" he asked.
"I think it's just funny that it's so awful," I said with a giggle.
"You go next," Trunks said. "My ears need some relief."
"Oh no," I told him. "Just because you like the sound of my voice, doesn't mean anyone else will. Plus, I don't sing in front of a crowd. At least not sober."
"There's plenty of booze," Trunks said with a grin.
"Oh fuck you," I snapped.
"I tried, but you said 'No'," Trunks replied. I rolled my eyes and stood on my toes to peck his cheek. He smiled at me, cupping my cheek and holding me in place as his lips found mine, giving me a toe numbing kiss. I panted against his mouth, quickly pulling back.
"Stop," I said.
"I wish you two would stop fighting it," Vegeta sneered from behind us. "It's unbearable to watch. Almost worse than hearing the human sing."
I opened my mouth to tell him to bug off, but was cut off as a dark shadow fell over us. We looked up to see a large ship flying overhead. It landed in an empty space, the door opening and a flood of men coming out, all moving towards Vegeta. They knelt down before him with a cry of "Sire". I groaned, slapping a hand over my eyes.
"Because Vegeta needs his ego stroked," I muttered. Trunks snorted, his hand clapping over his mouth to cover a laugh. Vegeta shot me a glare, letting me know he had heard what I said.
"What's the meaning of this?" he asked.
"At long last, we found you prince Vegeta!"
I turned to see a tall man with spiky hair making his way towards Vegeta, the men parting around him. He stopped before Vegeta and bowed low. Vegeta stared at him for a moment before smirking.
"You're a Saya-jin, aren't you?" he asked. I reeled back in surprise. Another Saya-jin? There were more out there? Why had we never found them in our time?
"Yes," the man said. "I am Paragus. I've come to graciously ask you to be the king of our new planet. It's name is New Vegeta, in your honor."
"What?" Vegeta asked. "A New Planet Vegeta?"
"Yes, my lord," Paragus said, "and at long last we can show the entire universe the strength of our forgotten race, the strength of the Saya-jins. And with you as our leader, we will build an unstoppable empire!"
"Hail King Vegeta!" The soldiers cried. I fought the urge to roll my eyes. Vegeta sneered at the man and turned away.
"Of course," Paragus continued, "we'll have to stop the legendary Super Saya-jin, my Lord. Only you can do this." The Saya-jin warrior grinned and I felt sudden distrust at his words. Vegeta walked a short distance away and stood, thinking over the mans words.
"You found the Legendary Super Saya-jin?" Vegeta asked.
"Yes," Paragus said. "He's wreaking havoc all over the south galaxy with his awesome power. At his current pace, even the New Planet Vegeta, which we've strived so hard to rebuild for you, will be destroyed."
Vegeta tilted his head down, studying the ground as if it could give him the answers he sought. Trunks ran towards Vegeta, stopping in front of him.
"Father, you're not going to believe such a story, are you?" he asked. Vegeta looked over at his son for a moment before he spun around and stalked towards Paragus.
"Paragus," Vegeta snapped, "lead the way."
"Father!" Trunks called, chasing after the Saya-jin. "Listen to me!" Paragus moved easily in front of Trunks, causing the lavender haired man to look up at him.
"Of Course, you're welcome too Prince Trunks," he said. "After all, you are royal blood."
"I'm coming, too!" I snapped, causing the three saya-jins to look at me.
"No!" Trunks barked.
"You are not leaving me behind again!" I yelled.
"She can come if she wants," Vegeta said in a bored tone.
