Dragonball Extreme

Bright sun shone down on Bra as she sat in her room applying make-up to her face. She smoothed over the powder and gave her lips one more touch of crimson then stood up. She looked askance at herself in the mirror, tugged her skin tight black leather shorts up a little higher and tugged the neckline of her silver satin top a little lower, then smiled at her reflection. She added a pair of black spike heels with silver roses adorning them, and headed toward the kitchen.
Elsewhere, Vegeta streaked across the sky, leaving a blazing trail in the early morning sunrise. Trunks was still following close behind him. \"You\'ve been intentionally avoiding me all night!\" Trunks shouted. \"Where are you going now?\"

\"Home,\" Vegeta replied with a snarl. \"I need to pick up some things; I\'ll be taking off again, and don\'t you even think of following me. I don\'t need a tag-along brat right now.\"

Trunks growled under his breath. \"Like hell I\'m not following you,\" he muttered to himself. \"I\'m not giving up until I find out what\'s going on.\"

A short distance away, Gokou was flying toward Vegeta and Bulma\'s house. He knew that Vegeta was the only one who knew what saiya-jin used to be, and was probably the only one who knew what was goin wit with him, especially since Vegeta had experienced it as well.

A flash of light caught his eye. He turned to see Gohan flying at top speed toward home. Gokou intercepted him.

\"I wouldn\'t go home right now, if I were you,\" he warned Gohan. \"You\'re mother\'s not very happy right now, and she already warned me that you were in for it when you got back.\"

Gohan stopped and looked around. \"Maybe I better wait then; I\'m not up to getting chewed out right now. I had a long night. Where are you going?\"

\"I need to talk to Vegeta about something,\" Gokou said. \"I\'m headed over to see him right now.\"

\"Mind if I join you?\" Gohan asked.

\"Not at all.\" Gokou smiled at his son. \"Come on, we better get moving.\"

Goten was in his bedroom carefully packing a suitcase and humming to himself when his mother woke. ChiChi sat up and looked around. She was still at the kitchen table, and early morning sunlight poured in through the windows. She heard humming from Goten\'s room and realized he was already awake. ChiChi walked to his room and looked in. \"Goten?\" she asked. \"Has Gohan come in yet?\" She spotted the suitcase on the bed, half full with clothes and odds and ends. \"Goten, what are you doing?\"

Goten paused. \"I\'m going to take a trip,\" he said. \"I need somewhere to go, new things to see. There just doesn\'t seem to be anything for me here.\"

\"What do you mean?\" ChiChi asked. She was almost on the verge of tears. \"I\'m here for you. All your friends are here.\"

\"That\'s not what I mean, Mom,\" Goten said. \"I keep feeling like there\'s something I should be doing, someone I should be seeking. I don\'t know what or who yet, but that\'s why I have to leave - to find out.\"

\"Goten, please reconsider...\" ChiChi begged. She knew, however, that his mind was already made up.

\"Don\'t worry, Mom, I\'ll be back when I find whatever it is I need.\" Goten leaned over and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. \"Say, where\'s Dad?\" he asked. \"I want to say good bye to him.\"

ChiChi stood still, as if in a daze. She slowly lowered her head. \"He\'s not here, Goten,\" she said. \"He left.\"

\"He probably just went out to get breakfast,\" Goten said. \"I\'ll wait for him.\"

ChiChi swayed a little and leaned against the wall; she was on the verge of fainting. Goten saw it at the last minute and caught her. He gently carried her to the kitchen and sat her down at the table. \"Mom? Mom, what\'s wrong?\"

ChiChi took a deep breath. \"Gokou might not be back, Goten,\" she said. \"We had an argument last night, and he left me.\" She set her head down on the table and let herself cry.

Goten stood still, shocked. \"Mom, I had no idea...\" He put his hand on her shoulder. \"I don\'t know what to do, Mom. I still feel like I have to leave...but I can\'t leave you alone here.\"

ChiChi looked up at the young man standing above her. \"Don\'t worry about it, Goten,\" she said. She dried her eyes and stood up. \"You go; I can tell you need to. Gohan should be home soon, so you don\'t need to worry about me.\"

Goten stood for a minute wrapped in indecision. \"All right, Mom,\" he fly sly said. \"If I see Gohan, I\'ll tell him you\'re waiting for him.\" He went back to his room, closed the suitcase, and left with it.

ChiChi started for the door; she stopped suddenly, wavered for a minute, and collapsed on the floor.

ChiChi woke to hear Bulma standing above her calling her name. She looked up at Bulma and blinked for a minute. \"Bulma? What are you doing here?\"

\"I came over to talk to you and found you passed out on the floor. What happened?\"

ChiChi stood up unsteadily and walked back to her chair. \"I\'m not completely sure myself,\" she sighed. \"Everything seemed normal, until Gokou came home last night. Suddenly, he was gone, and now both of my boys are gone. I don\'t understand why they\'re acting this way. It\'s not like Gohan to be gone out all night without letting me know, and Goten took off this morning without even knowing where he was going. I haven\'t seen Gokou since last night; he and I had an argument, and he left.\"

\"It has to be because they\'re saiya-jin,\" Bulma said. \"Vegeta and Trunks left during the night too.\"

ChiChi looked up at Bulma, still half in shock. \"Well, what do we do about it? We can\'t let them disappear to who-knows-where.\"

\"Come back to my place,\" Bulma said. \"I\'ll start some breakfast going for the two of us. We need to take a breather and figure out what it is that\'s going on if we\'re to find a solution.\" She and ChiChi went out to Bulma\'s air car and headed back to Bulma\'s house.

Bulma and ChiChi had just settled down at the table with cups of coffee, when Vegeta landed on the doorstep, followed closely by Trunks.

\"Vegeta!\" Bulma gasped as he walked into the room. Vegeta ignored her and walked past her into the next room.

Trunks paused in the doorway. He saw the disappointed look on Bulma\'s face as Vegeta walked past her. \"Don\'t worry, Mom,\" he said. \"I\'ll find out what\'s going on.\"

\"You certainly will,\" Vegeta said sarcastically. His statemwas was punctuated by a short, almost insane laugh. Trunks noticed that he was carrying a small pack with him.

\"Plan on being gone a while?\" he asked. He raised an eyebrow and looked critically at his father.

\"Let\'s just say I don\'t want to be around here for a while,\" Vegeta said. He started for the front door, but the sound of trilly singing stopped him. Bra walked into the room, half singing a tune. Vegeta glanced at her, then turned around and took another look as he realized what she was wearing. \"Oh no, I forgot about her,\" he groaned.

Bra smiled cheerfully at the group in the kitchen. \"Hi, Daddy. Hi, Trunks.\" She started to edge past them toward the door.

Something about Bra caught Trunks\'s attention. \"Wow, you look great today, Sis,\" he said. He stopped and took a more careful look at her. She was surrounded by a sweet scent, and her skin positively glowed of health. Trunks took a deep breath. \"That perfume is incredible,\" he said, exhaling slowly at the same time.

Bra looked confused for a second. \"Perfume?\" she asked. She looked closer at Trunks. \"Are you sure you\'re not smelling your own cologne? It\'s pretty strong.\" She smiled. \"Gives you a nice manly smell.\" She ran a hand over his chest and glanced up slyly at him. \"Are you sure you\'re not going out to pick up chicks?\"

Trunks blushed a little and looked at his feet. He gulped and tried to ignore how much her hand on him was making his heart race. He was breathing so hard it was difficult to respond. \"I...I don\'t know what you\'re talking about.\"

\"You do to,\" Bra admonished. \"You\'re wearing the same kind as Daddy, just not as strong.\"

\"Wha...what are you talking about?\" Trunks swallowed hard and started to back up. He lost his footing and stumbled, then he caught his balance and stood a little behind Vegeta. \"What\'s going on?\" he wondered. \"I shouldn\'t be feeling like this over my sister.\"

Vegeta saw that Trunks was losing control all together. He grabbed his son by the shoulder and threw him against the wall. \"Sit down before you hurt yourself!\" Vegeta snapped. He turned to Bra. Vegeta knew why Trunks was losing it; Bra\'s scent was strong - not only was she a woman and a saiya-jin, she was also in season like he was. He was starting to have trouble himself; deep, even breaths and constantly reminding himself of what was going on was all that kept him from going after Bra.

\"Bra, go to your room and stay there until I tell you otherwise. And change those slutty clothes and take off all that makeup while you\'re in there.\"

\"Daddy!\" Bra whined. \"That\'s not fair! I haven\'t done anything wrong!\" She stomped her foot and pouted. \"You\'ust ust mad because you didn\'t get any last night.\"

Vegeta closed his eyes and clenched his fists trying desperately to keep from losing it entirely. \"Do as I said, Bra, now!\" he shouted.

Bra turned and strode to her room. She slammed the door shut behind her.

\"And just what was that about?\" Bulma demanded. \"You never cared what she wore before. Don\'t take your anger out on her.\"

\"I\'m not taking my anger out on her,\" Vegeta said, struggling to keep his voice even. \"It\'s dangerous for her to be out right now. She needs to stay in her room, away from other people for a while.\"

\"Is it because she\'s half saiya-jin?\" Bulma asked. \"It seems that whatever is making you and Gokou act crazy is only affecting saiya-jin. What aren\'t you telling me here, Vegeta?\"

Vegeta didn\'t get a chance to answer. Gokou and Gohan landed in the door way. They saw the door open, and both could sense the tension inside. Gokou looked around a bit uneasily. \"Vegeta, are you busy? We need to talk.\"

\"You\'re damn right we need to talk!\" ChiChi shouted. She jumped up from the table. \"Gokou, I don\'t know what\'s wrong with you, but whatever it is has rubbed off on Goten, and I want answers now!\"

Gohan tried to duck and hide. \"You\'re right, she is mad,\" he muttered to his father. \"I\'m gonna take off.\"

ChiChi spotted Gohan just as he was getting ready to run. \"Gohan!\" she scolded. \"You disappeared all night and didn\'t let anyone know where you were. What do you t you you\'re doing, making everyone worry like that?\"

Gokou and Gohan stepped inside and looked at the ground. \"Well, I wasn\'t worried, ChiChi,\" Gokou said.

\"You stay out of this Gokou, this is all your fault like usual.\" She turned back to Gohan. \"I thought you would grow a little more responsible as you got older, but instead it\'s just the opposite. You\'ve become as reckless as your father and his friends.\"

Gokou held his head in his hands. \"That\'s enough, ChiChi,\" he said. \"I\'m tired of hearing it. Lay off Gohan; he\'s an adult now and can do as he pleases.\"

ChiChi looked at Gokou in shock. She\'d never heard him talk back to her like that before. Her lip trembled a little and she sat back at the table by Bulma. \"I...I don\'t believe it. My whole family has turned against me.\" She started crying and covered her face with her hands.

\"It\'s about time you stood up to her, Kakarott,\" Vegeta said. \"But we have morportportant things to take care of. It seems we\'re all getting a little out of hand, according to these humans. I was planning on taking off for a while anyway; perhaps it would be best if we all left.\"

\"Vegeta, you don\'t need to leave!\" Bulma exclaimed. \"If we only knew what was wrong with you...\" Vegeta turned his back to her. \"Gokou?\" Bulma asked. \"Do you know anything?\"

Gokou turned away from her and started to pace arothe the room. He didn\'t know how to explain the feelings he was having, and he didn\'t want to give ChiChi another reason to start in on him again. He browsed through bookshelves, picked up and looked at everything on the shelves, and directed his attention to everything but the group in the room.

Bulma sighed. \"You two are being impossible.\"

Suddenly something caught Gokou\'s eye. \"Hey, what\'s this book?\" he asked. He pulled a thick, leather bound volume from behind one of the bookshelves. Its cover was emblazoned with a red symbol shaped like an anchor.

Vegeta leaped across the room and snatched the book from Gokou\'s hands. \"It\'s mine!\" he snarled.

\"I\'ve seen that symbol somewhere before,\" Gokou said. \"What\'s in it?\"

Vegeta sighed heavily. \"You should have seen it before; it\'s my family crest. Everything on Planet Vegeta that was part of the royal family was marked with it. This book was written by one of my family\'s servants. He was an annoying bastard, always skulking around taking pictures and notes. This book is a record of my father\'s reign. The only reason it\'s still around is because the idiot writing it pissed me off one time, and I took it away from him before I left with Freeza.\"

\"This I have to see,\" Bulma said, taking the book from Vegeta before he noticed her intent. \"There must be some baby pictures of Vegeta in here somewhere.\" She started paging through the book.

\"Give it back to me, Bulma!\" Vegeta demanded.

Bulma had already found what she was looking for. She giggled at the pictures she was looking at. \"Vegeta was just as ugly as Trunks was when he was a baby!\"

\"Very funny,\" Vegeta grumbled.

Gokou walked over and looked over her shoulder. One of the pictures was of a small, dark-haired woman holding the baby Vegeta, her tail curled protectively over the baby. \"I\'ve never seen a saiya-jin woman before,\" he said. \"Is that your mother?\"

Vegeta didn\'t respond. He seemed lost in thought as he stared at the pictures on the page.

Bulma looked up at him. \"Vegeta?\" she asked gently, \"is that what has you so upset? Do you miss your home world?\"

Vegeta sat down against the wall. \"No,\" he sighed. He really hadn\'t wanted to discuss it with humans, but he realized there was no choice. The truth was bound to come out anyway, now that they\'d found his book. \"It\'s not that. I\'m in season.\"

\"In season?\" Bulma asked. \"What do you mean?\"

Gokou had picked up the book and paged through it while they were talking. \"Here,\" he said. \"This whole section is about something this guy calls the saiya-jin mating season. That has to be what Vegeta means.\"

\"Yes, it is,\" Vegeta said. \"Our mating season is controlled by the weather; on Planet Vegeta, the same season came around every few years or so like clockwork. This is the first time I\'ve seen a similar pattern on Earth, though.\"

\"You mean this crazy hot spell and all these bad storms? That\'s what triggers it?\" Bulma asked. \"Gosh, one of the weather men on TV said just a few days ago that there hasn\'t been anything like this weather in a long time.\"

\"This says that saiya-jin women are in season at the same time,\" Gokou pointed out.

\"Does that mean Bra...\" Bulma started to ask.

\"Yes,\" Vegeta said. He ran a hand over his face. \"That\'s why I sent her to her room. She is definitely in season; Trunks was picking up her scent, that\'s why he thought she was wearing perfume. She was headed out looking for men, even if she didn\'t know it herself.\" Vegeta paused for a moment and looked thoughtfully toward Bra\'s room. \"And, speaking of which, she\'s been a little too quiet since I sent her to her room.\" He got up and walked to her door.

\"Bra!\" he called. He knocked on the door, but there was no response. \"Bra, answer me!\"

\"Daddy?\" a quiet voice called. \"Go away, Daddy, I want to sleep.\"

Vegeta grew suspicious. \"It\'s the middle of the morning, Bra. Open the door.\" Only silence met his request. \"Bra, I asked you to open the door.\" He waited a moment, then opened the door himself.

Bra was laying on the bed, naked. She hastily pulled blankets over herself. \"Daddy!\" she exclaimed.

As Vegeta opened the door farther, he saw Bra quickly pulling blankets over the half saiya-jin man sleeping next to her. Goten continued to snore away, with no awareness of what was going on around him.