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Note: This should remind you of two things: a movie and a television episode. See if you can guess which ones they are. Everyone who has a section in this fanfic are ordered by age. I've also broken this up into eight small parts because it's a little lengthy all together.

Ages: Bra's 16, Pan's 14, Trunks' 28, Goten's 27.


A Day at the Mall

Vegeta's Morning

"DAMN IT!" Bulma yelled in a voice that echoed throughout the entire residential section of the Capsule Corporation. There was a brief silence, one that lasted long enough for Bra and Trunks to begin to slide back into slumber. Their mother's voice broke it again. "VEGETA!"

The bedroom door opened and Vegeta peeked inside. He didn't like her tone of voice and would rather test the waters before jumping in with both feet.

"What did I do wrong, this time?" he asked, not really sure if he cared enough to know. Sometimes he half expected breathing to become a sin in Bulma's eyes.

She turned from the dressing table, frown on her face. "*You* didn't do anything. The clasp on my favorite necklace just broke. It's my good luck charm." Bulma groaned. "Why did this have to happen the day I have a business dinner with Fujitaka-san from Fujitaka Corp.?!"

He frowned, not understanding why she was so upset. "It's just a necklace, Onna. You probably have several hundred more."

"You don't get it!" She wailed. "My kaasan gave this to me on my eighteenth birthday and I always wear it on very important days! It's my good luck charm!"

Even though he was beginning to figure out its importance, he still didn't know why she couldn't wear something else. Accessories, or even clothing, didn't make a person who they were. Talent and personality did.

Bulma looked at her mate and could feel herself pouting, though she was helpless to stop it. If only Vegeta could be convinced that taking her necklace to be repaired while she sat in business meetings all day was in his best interests.

"Oh Vegeta..." Eye lashes batted and eyes began to fill with tears. Vegeta felt his resolve crumbling just like it did when Bra used the puppy dog look. So he did the only thing he could think of.

He ran.

"Vegeta! Come back here!" Bulma took off after him in the weak hope that she would be able to catch him. Cornering him in the kitchen, she eventually got her way.

***

'Where there's a sale going on at the mall, ningen are almost terrifying.'

Vegeta was making his way carefully over to Ashida's Jewelry World on the second level. Ningen children ran free while their parents picked through the summer leavings. After nearly stepping on three small kids, he decided to levitate to the store above.

"Look at him, Mommy! He's fwying!" Only he forgot one small thing: bukujutsu shocked normal ningen.

'Uh...' he landed and looked around briefly. 'How do I get the ningen to settle?' "Everyone calm down!" He held up his hands. "It's all done with wire and mirrors!" Wincing, he was inwardly disgusted with himself for using the words of Satan. Eventually the crowd dispersed and he was free to go inside the store.

"Sir?" the mustached man behind the counter asked a little nervously. Vegeta was scaring him and he didn't know why. "Can I help you?"

"Hai," he walked closer with an unreadable expression on his face. "Give me..."

The salesman's eyes grew huge as Vegeta reached into his jacket pocket and his hand moved toward the silent alarm button behind the counter.

"...a clasp for my mate's necklace."

A blink. "Huh?"

Vegeta placed the 24-carat, diamond encrusted chain onto the counter. "Bulma's necklace is broken."

"Oh!" He picked it up and examined it. "Hai, hai. It is. Due to the fact that several people are ahead of you, it will take a few hours." He took Vegeta's name and placed a tag on the necklace.

"How many is "a few"?"

The man gulped audibly, more than a little intimidated by the look on the short Saiya-jin's face. "It should be done by one this afternoon."

Vegeta nodded, happy that he wouldn't have to hide at the mall to escape Bulma's whining for very long. "Good enough."

***

'Mall music is pure crap. Are they trying to drive everyone insane?'

Vegeta strolled down the mall casually, looking very out of place in his black spandex bodysuit, white boots, and gloves. He tried to entertain himself by counting all of the obese people that he saw, but there were so many he eventually lost count. One would think that walking around the mall so much would help them to loose some weight.

"Mommy, mommy!" A little girl shouted in a shrill voice while pointing in Vegeta's direction. "Look! I see the magical troll man!" She ran up to him with wide eyes. "I wanna wish!"

He blinked. "Nani?"

"You're the magical troll man so give me a wish! I want one *now*!" She kicked him in the shin. "Give me a wish!"

"If you don't stop kicking me right now..." He trailed off, trying to scare the little girl enough so that she would run away. Instead of being frightened she only kicked him again, harder this time. He reached toward her arms and they were stopped by two strong hands.

"Only *you* would terrorize small children," said a voice that he was all too familiar with. He pulled his hands away and turned to face the other person.

"Mind your own business, Kakarotto. This little gaki here wants me to grant her some damn wish." He growled at the girl and she ran off, crying. "I'm only here because the onna wanted me to do something for her."

Goku laughed. "That makes two of us, then. ChiChi wanted me to buy her some things. Company's coming over later, I guess."

"Sounds like your onna doesn't want you to know something." He snorted. "At least I'm the head of my household." Both remembered all of the times Bulma ordered Vegeta to do something, and he did it almost without question. He glared at Goku who's grin grew wider. "Don't say a word."

"Who me?" he asked innocently. "I don't know what you mean."

"Kakarotto..." He trailed off as someone with a very large ki made their presence known. "What the hell?"

Goku looked towards the roof. "It's Gohan and he seems a little emotional."

A *little* emotional?!" 'More like homicidal.'

The two of them vaulted over the railing that lined the second floor and searched out Gohan. "What would make him this way? I haven't felt this much energy from him since Cell."

"Hai, your kid is pretty docile overall."

At the main entrance the doors burst open, and in walked Gohan in all of his Super Saiya-jin glory.

-End of Vegeta's Part-