Cancelled?!

[Sansho "Pepper"]

Flying really was a lot more tiring then it should be...

At this point, she was almost tempted to let her other half take over to give herself a break. But then she didn't know if Kakiri would have the grasp of flying quite yet. That was something they'd have to work on. Besides. She was determined to stay in control for a bit, until she was certain that Kakiri would behave.

Following his example, she dived lower when the city came into view, easily dodging the obstacles in the air. Even tired, her reaction time was still excellent. A sigh of relief escaped her as she felt land beneath her, a blessed small distance away. She savored it as she followed him, wishing desperately to land and get the ground beneath her feet.

Finally, however, they reached the large, gated property. With relish, she curved in after him to land.

This must be where-

You idiot! Land! LAND!

THUD.

Poor Pepper just got a face full of dirt as she crashed into the ground. She had been in the air for so long that she had forgotten that she would actually have to land.

For a moment, she sat there stunned before she sat up, shaking her head off. Somehow, she had avoided hitting any of the flower plots that belonged to Mrs. Brief, and had made her wonderful landing in the lawn itself. Rising to her feet, she wobbled a bit, cross-eyed, before looking at Vegeta.

"...Huh? Okay. That.. That sounds fun." She said vaguely before shaking her head and brushing herself off. Somehow, the staff on her back had taken no damage, and there were no tears in her changshan. It was durable material, to stand up to the speeds she ran at.

A new voice caused her to blink and look over as she rubbed one pointed ear, green eyes wide. A lavender-haired youth was walking up to them. The first part of what he said just flew right over her head. However, he addressed her next and she blinked, placing both hands flat on her thighs and bowing to him.

"I'm called Pepper." She answered quickly, grinning at him before blinking and brushing some dirt off her shoulder. It was about then that she did a doubletake. "Hey! You were in the tournament too! ... Wait." Pepper blinked again, then studied him close. "You were at the tournament ten years ago too. You and that other boy got disqualified when you tried to sneak into the main tournament as that fat, goofy masked hero. You live here too?"

Hey. When it came to the tournaments, she had a good memory... especially on weird things like that.

[Vegeta]

There were few things Vegeta was truly grateful for, and this was one of those things : Her not hitting the damned flower garden. Mrs. Briefs was an overly sweet woman who even managed to worm her way under his skin, though many times he found her sacrine nature to be too much for him to bear. However, had the garden taken such a hit, she would come at him in that weepy sort of way she got when she was quite upset and he would be the one stuck helping her fix the damage while she pampered Pepper with lemonade.

No way in hell was the trainee getting pampered. Ever.

His lips curled into a mock sneer at his son's jab. Actually, he was not entirely certain of the nature behind it. It could be a prod at his anti-social tendencies or even some manner of joke on 'looking for a younger model' so to speak. He'd already started going through that manner of taunting from Bulma as while she was steadily climbing in her years, he still looked very much the same as he had ten years ago. Saiyajin aging was wonderful, but now the drawback was starting to show due to his human mate not being so fortunate.

"Hn. I'm going to trust you not to act like she's some personal house girl for you to fawn after." The prince grunted once they had made their introductions. "She's here for special training...With me. Hn, at least you can look at it this way, you're now more free than ever to fiddle with the toys in the lab."

With Pepper around to occupy himself with, he wouldn't have to go dragging Trunks from his work or from womanizing very much. It was actually somewhat unpleasant to think about, but he kept that complaint to himself. Besides, the boy was bound to come around for a spar now and then. So at least he had that.

Vegeta arched a brow as she recollected some of the events from the tournament ten years ago. He remembered Bulma's chiding Trunks for his shenanigans some time after the whole ordeal had been settled...and her chiding him for once again being the biggest prick in the world. The Saiyajin snorted at the memory as he frowned at Pepper, "Of course, he lives here too. He's my son. The woman and her parents, as well as my daughter and the ungodly menagerie of animals they keep live here too. But don't think you'll be socializing much while we train!"

[Trunks]

Trunks turned his eyes to his dad who had just set down the rules about Pepper. Party pooper. He was half tempted to make some smart remark, but then changed his mind last minute to avoid a grueling training session or a fight that he wouldn't win. Oh well, somethings never changed.

"Yeah, yeah. I got it." He shifted his attention back to Pepper to hear her out.

Finally, someone new to talk to on an everyday basis. And she wasn't too bad for the eyes either. Trunks grinned back at Pepper as she introduced herself, then laughed as she brought up the tournament ten years ago. That was pretty fun, sneaking in and breaking the rules. He may have been a bit of a bad influence on Goten at the time, but his best friend turned out just fine.

"Nice to meet you. And yeah, that was my friend Goten and I." Trunks shrugged with one shoulder, a grin still on his face. "They wouldn't let us fight in the adult division. At least I won the junior division."

He gave a wry smile at his grumpy dad, it wasn't as bad as he made it out to be. It was mainly Bulla's fault that their grandparents kept all the animals but as long as they didn't interupt him then he didn't care. At least they were in a different building more often than not.

"Well, there is always supper time to talk." Trunks pointed out lightly with a grin.

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[Sansho "Pepper"]

At least Pepper, in either one of her incarnations, wasn't the type of person to look for pampering and cause trouble that way...

A giggle escaped her as Trunks burst into laughter at the mention of the tournament. It had been funny, though she had been distraught to all hell that two little boys had gotten in, and she had missed her chance. The bit about the junior division.. Well, she just nodded but didn't pay much attention. It had been the main tournament that had interested her, not the junior division.

As he mentioned supper, she blinked.

"I don't really talk during supper..." She actually laughed a bit, scratching the back of her head before looking down and beginning to walk around the hole in the ground, kicking the clumps of dirt back into the small miniature crater she had made. "I'm always too focused on eating!" A feat, considering her slender frame.

Lifting her hand in her little concentration gesture, with her two left fingers extended to the sky this time and her right hand folded over her half-fist, she closed her eyes, concentration and channeling both the gaian energies and her own ki. This time though, it was in a much different matter. After a moment, she opened her eyes and flicked her left hand at the crater. A green glow surrounded her for a moment before following the path of her finger and hitting the crater, glowing bright for a moment before vanishing. When the glow vanished, the grass was already growing. The ground was still dipped a bit lower, but at least it wasn't such an eyesore. A simple rejuvenation spell. Sheepishly she shrugged at Vegeta.

[Vegeta]

"Hmph. They had to sneak in, they weren't permitted. The only reason that brat Pan was able to compete today was because her idiot grandfather is that ridiculous Mr. Satan." Vegeta sneered and made a face as if the name left a bad taste on his tongue. While some of the man's somewhat honorable actions had endeared him a little with the group, the prince himself found his lying, glory seizing ways made his stomach turn. He only tolerated him, but if he were dragged into something that required his opinion...Well, they would hear it and he didn't care how much the others scolded him for it.

"Hmph, speaking of supper, I'm sure it's soon. But who is cooking tonight...Bulma or her mother?" It was hard for him to stomach Bulma's cooking, or the attempt at it. Usually when she was the one cooking, he opted to go hunting instead. She complained that raw meat was not healthy but that was the bread and butter of the Saiyajin diet and he hardly got enough around human meals. As for the conversations...He could take or leave them. Dinner was a time for eating, not yapping, at least for him. "We ate shortly before coming back, so her appetite may or may not be there in full...Which is almost comparable to ours."

He turned from his son to watch Pepper as she mended the damage she did to the lawn. A thick brow arched at the restoration of the grass. That was certainly an interesting little trick, but ultimately pointless really. He was curious of what other little powers she had up her sleeve though. Perhaps the training sessions would not only be enlightening for her, but he might find something to learn and make use of.

His focus returned to Trunks. "It may seem borderline senseless to ponder it, but I don't keep track of what rooms Bulma's using for what. Are there any rooms Pepper can make use of for the long haul?" The girl was bound to be with them for a considerable time, at least, for as long as Goku was off training Uub if Vegeta had his way.

[Trunks]

"I don't think any of us talk during supper. But there is always before and right after."

Trunks didn't respond to his father's sneering at the mention of Mr. Satan. He really didn't care either way. The man made Pan happy, which in turn made her family happy and that was that for him. He had beaten Hercule when he was just eight years old, so he realized then what a fake the guy really was. Instead of contemplating it more, the teen rose one shoulder up and dropped it in a shrug.

His eyes lowered to the bowl of noodles craddled in his arms before looking back up at his dad with a grin. "I'm pretty sure it's grandma tonight, if the snacks are anything to go by." He loved his grandma's cooking, especially since she tended to spoil him with his favourites. She also tended to leave snacks in the fridge for him such as the bowl he held in his hands, which was awesome. He firmly believed he had the best grandparents ever.

Trunks turned his attention to Pepper, an eyebrow raising up in surprise as she fixed the crater she had caused. "Cool trick." He gave another of his warm smiles to the girl and opened his mouth to keep talking to her but was cut off by his dad.

He leaned back slightly and tilted his head up in thought, tapping one finger on the bowl in his hands. Well there was that one room that- oh never mind that was full. Maybe the other one down from it? Nope, not that one either. Trunks finally looked back at his father with a light grin. "Second floor, fourth room to the left is open. So is the one across from it if she needs more space." His own room wasn't too far away from it, but far enough that it was a comfortable distance in case she needed anything seeing as his parents would be on the opposite side of the house.

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[Sansho "Pepper"]

Luckily, Pepper wasn't hungry... yet. She did eye the bowl in Trunk's arm for a moment before looking back at Vegeta, then back and forth between the two as they talked. When Trunks spoke to her, she blinked, looking confused before she glanced down.

"Huh? Oh. That... Thanks!" She smiled brightly at him, bouncing on her toes before going quiet again. One foot scuffed the newly-grown grass. Then she reached up, scratching one ear. She was actually kind of eager to begin training...

Her mind went over the conversation. Mr. Satan... Mr. Satan... Oh! The fat man with the funny hair. She remembered him now. He often went by his first name too, Hercule. He was actually kind of nice, even if the advice he gave didn't make much sense. He hung around with the big pink Mr. Buu a lot.

Pan though, who was Pan? She was certain she di- Wait. She knew that name. Pan was the little girl that had won her match with two punches.

Her attention back to the two men standing by her and she looked to the older of the two.

"When do we start training?!"

[Vegeta]

"Good, then I'll refrain from hunting. Her cooking is more than adequate and at least she makes it a point to supply a decent amount of meat." That was about as close to an actual compliment that Vegeta could manage for the most part. Sometimes he could talk her into making the meat particularly rare if it were beef, Bulma's protests aside.

It didn't take a scientist to figure out, as Vegeta's eyes scanned the windows and the gears in his head turned, that the room in question was not far from his son's. The older man was not entirely on board with that, he knew how hormones in young males worked. He gave his son a scrutinizing look with one brow arched. His son was no fool though, he would be smart and keep things relatively professional...Or Vegeta was going to drag him from his lab work as punishment. The thought made him smirk at his son, amused before he tilted his head towards Pepper.

"Eager are we? I would suggest you inquire how the training will go as Trunks can give you a good idea..." The Saiyajin snorted. It was no secret that he was not the kindest of mentors, but she had yet to see for herself.

Since they had arranged where she would sleep, he gave her a once over. "You won't be doing any fighting in that clumsy attire though. Do you have something more suitable or do we have to have something provided?" Something like a sports bra and shorts would be ideal, though he wasn't sure if she was the type like some female warriors to have her chest taped up. If she did, that would simply do. He really couldn't care less what it was exactly, so long as it wasn't the flappy, absurd thing she had on now. No trainee of his was going to look like she belonged to the circus. That was Kakarot's department.

[Trunks]

Trunks caught Pepper's gaze at his food and his arm tightened by a fraction. He was super duper uber protective of his food, always. Living with a father who had the same appetite he did caused his protectiveness of his food, as did sharing the appetite with most of his friends.

Thankfully she was distracted by his telling of where she would stay. Trunks chuckled at his dad, listening to his vague compliment about grandma's cooking over his mom's.

He shifted his weight slightly as Vegeta looked up at the windows that surrounded the circular building. Trunks leveled his eyes with his father's, not abashed in the slightest by what he was sure Vegeta had noticed. He wasn't about to be anything other than a flirt with Pepper, his father would drag him by the ear to a fight if he did. Seeing the eyebrow raise made him match it with his own light coloured eyebrow and an unashamed grin.

The teen nodded at Vegeta before smiling down at the dark haired girl. "Dad is tough, but he's the best. You're in for a long, probably painful, day." Trunks eyed the tiny frame that made up Pepper, wondering just how much of his dad's training she could handle.

He did tend to push until one felt like passing out, and then some. Nonetheless, Trunks could appreiciate a good female form such as her own even if she was dressed as a boy.

"I should see if grandpa needs my help." Trunks was more eager to go eat in peace and scan the previous drawings he had been working on before seeking out his best friend later on.

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[Sansho "Pepper"]

Ah, posessiveness over food... That was something Pepper could understand with ease. Of course, Pepper was also weirdly sharing of her food. No matter how hungry she was, if she caught someone giving her food the same doe-eyed look that was so often on her face, she would stop and offer them some, if not all, and grin. Sometimes it got her a lunch buddy. Other times she just scampered off to be Pepper.

For once, however, Pepper wasn't really thinking of food. She was eager to begin training. When Mister Vegeta told her to ask Trunks, she turned her green-eyed gaze to him, tilting her head, eyes wide. If either of the men thought she would blanche at what the boy said, she just grinned, eyes sparkling.

"Tougher the better! Easy won't get me stronger!" What would you expect from a woman who had trained with monks that sat out in the freezing rain or blistering sun for hours on end, merely for meditation?

Aaand her thoughts were cut again. Blinking at Mister Vegeta, she looked down at herself. "Huh? Well.. Yeah. This is just my formal gear..." Then, without hesitation, she reached up, rapidly undoing the clasps and sliding out of the vest. Planting her staff in the ground, she tossed the vest on top of it then began to undo the changshan. Unlike at the restaurant, where she had only undone it halfway for eating, she undid all of the clasps, pulling it off and tossing it on top of the vest, using the upright staff as a makeshift stand for her clothes.

Beneath the changshan she had a pair of loose navy and crimson trousers, and the high-necked, white top with ribbing along her bosom similar to a corset. And guess what! The top went next. She reached behind her back and undid the lacing and clasps, pulling that off. Beneath the top, she wasn't barechested. Linen bandages were wrapped around her torso, binding her chest as flat as a boy, though she still could have been flat beneath the wrappings.

And right after the white top came off, the trousers were tossed up. A pair of black spandex shorts, usually worn by bicyclists, were on her hips. All in all, it had taken her less then two minutes to shed the garb. Raising her arms above her head, she stretched before leaping up, doing a handsfree backflip.

"Will this work? This is what I usually train in." She asked Vegeta after landing, swinging her arms at her side. Her clothing before had hidden her muscle tone. While she wasn't as bulky as either of the male fighters, she wasn't a flabby, weak human. In fact, she had never once thought about fat or the shape of her hips, or anything of the like, merely focusing on getting stronger.

[Vegeta]

Okay, some boundaries had to be established here.

The short man slapped a hand to his face as she started to strip down the various layers of her formal garb. It was apparent that she had absolutely zero sense. Thankfully, he didn't hear a banshee going off so Bulma probably wasn't around to have seen such a display.

"Don't strip in the middle of the yard again, woman. And not when you have two men standing right here no less!" He growled. If Trunks so much as said anything...Heaven help him. But at least what she was wearing now was pretty much perfect. It was light, streamlined, and would not hamper her movement. Something like a sports bra would probably be more desirable since she seemed relatively flat anyway, for his own sake and hers. But the training attire would be fine as is. And of course, later on, she would have to wear the weights as she adjusted to varying gravity levels. "Yes...That will work though."

There was another thing he was going to have to break her of. She made one too many extra, showy gestures. She was wasting energy trying to 'look pretty' with moves that served no actual purpose. "For the record...For every idiotic display you do like that needless backflip, I'll be punching you right in the gut." The Saiyajin growled at her, showing that he meant it as he stepped over and gave her one right in the stomach. He pulled back on the blow by a good amount, but it was hard enough to knock some of the wind out of her. Once she toughened up, they wouldn't be so gentle.

"The training session starts now as we go see how much gravity you can take." As Vegeta started to head for the gravity room, he glanced back at his son. Even if dinner was close by, he didn't want to simply wait around till then and he was sure Pepper was itching to go. They would make some progress shortly before being summoned to the house. "We'll be busy for a good while so no interruptions!"

[Trunks]

Trunks tried to hold in his grin, he really did. But combining his father facepalming and the wonderful view of Pepper's body, he just couldn't help it. He was a young man with raging hormones after all, so who could blame him? He smirked at Pepper who was now in spandex and bandages. That worked for him.

Having been raised by the man standing in front of him, he knew exactly what he was thinking. Trunks was fully enjoying the fact that Pepper had no boundaries at all so far, that was a bonus. He gave her a once over appreciatively though realized she was far too naive to understand. "Dinner and a show, my kind of day." His smirk remained unhindered across his face as he glanced at his father. It was far too easy to set the man off.

"Now that I've seen pretty much everything, I'll be off." Trunks mock saluted his dad with two fingers as he balanced his food and drink in one arm. With a grin on his face he turned around to head to the lab. The sound of flesh hitting flesh was nothing new so he barely turned his head to catch sight of Vegeta lightly punching Pepper in the gut. Oh well.

He heard his dad's voice call out for no interuptions, and he raised a hand in the air slightly to acknowledge him. "Yeah, I got it." He called over his shoulder just enough for the two to hear him before entering the door of the Brief's lab. Trunks settled his food on a work table next to scattered parts and placed his lemonade beside that.

Now where was that blueprint...?

[Sansho "Pepper"]

Boundaries? What were those?

Blinking at Vegeta, she ignored the facepalm from Vegeta, and the mental facepalm that Kakiri was hitting herself with, and looked between him and Trunks in some confusion. What was so wrong? It wasn't like she had stripped naked, so therefore, there really was no issue. She meditated in these clothes, trained in them, and had run in the desert in them.

And as Trunks suspected, she was far too naive to really understand the appreciative look he was giving her, or his comment. "Huh.. Well, okay... I won't do it again, Mister Vegeta! Huh? Bye Trunks!" She waved to him, smiling brightly before her bright green gaze once more turned to Vegeta. Idiotic displays? Backflip? Wait, punch in the-

A gasp escaped her as the blow landed, causing her to stumble back. One hand immediately went over her stomache, but her body had automatically shifted, as she waited for the next blow. It, however, never came, and now her stomache hurt.

... Good thing she never threw up easy.

"Nngh... Okay... No more backflips. Got it!"

He meant no more stupid, pointless gestures! Do what's needed, and not what's fun!

"No more fun! Got it!" She amended without blinking an eye, straightening up. Luckily, her stomache was lined without enough muscle to prevent it from hurting too much. And it felt like he had held back a pretty good deal...

Grabbing her staff, she jerked it up, sending the clothes into the air. Tossing her staff into her other hand, she reached her now-free arm out to catch the garments with ease, jogging after him. "This'll be fun! I love training!" Like the spaz that she was, she had already forgotten just about everything else, and was bright-eyed and cheerful again.

Keep the clothes nearby and be ready to change into them. I don't like that juvenile punk oggling me. Kakiri told her sourly, causing Pepper to blink. Well, Mister Vegeta would show her where she could put them while they trained. He probably wanted her to be dressed for dinner anyways.

... Why, she wasn't sure. But she was starting to get that impression...