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Wish Upon A Star - Chapter 1 

A Dragonball fanfic by Siew Lee 

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	A figure sat at the desk, his wide-frame spectacles resting on 
his nose. A pair of blue eyes stared aimlessly at the gigantic heap 
of documents piled up in front of him. He tapped his pen irritably on 
the wooden desktop as his free hand clutched at his lavender hair. He 
had the urge to tear it out after doing such hard labor... Honestly, 
it was worse than having to do construction work! He wouldn't mind 
the physical stress though...

	*If I tear my hair out, I won't be able to pick up girls 
anymore,* he thought wryly, releasing his hold and patting his hair 
back into its slick position. 

	He sighed, feeling incredibly bored. The figures and numbers 
swirled before his eyes, making him dizzy. They were not a problem at 
first, but as time passed by, it became impossible not to get 
frustrated. Sighing again, Trunks turned his leather armchair to face 
the windows. If he had the choice, he wouldn't mess around with such 
things... 

	Thousands of buildings towered before him, standing up tall 
against the azure sky. Skyscrapers adorned the skyline, creating an 
uneven horizon. His office was on the topmost floor of the forty-
floor Capsule Corp. headquarters, granting him a marvelous view of 
the city. On the horizon far beyond, there might be smoke rising up 
from an unknown chimney. Little houses and shops were scattered 
across the plains... His eyes wandered among them, watching the 
bustling activity in the city. Transport vehicles flew in various 
directions in accordance with the well made roads while pedestrians 
walked past in a hurried manner. Trunks sighed; how good it would be 
if he had the chance to walk about...

	Trunks was almost certain that those houses were all ready-made 
in the form of portable capsules the size of an eraser. Minimizing 
them with a press of the button provided, they could shrink and 
comfortably be placed in a pocket. 

	It was a little too peaceful here on Chikyusei. Not that he 
wanted anybody like Uubu to destroy the earth, but life was getting 
very monotonous here. Every morning, he would get up, eat his 
breakfast and set off for a ten-hour workday at Capsule Corporation. 
Arriving at the entrance in a limousine, everyone would cheer him 
and the younger female staff would swoon over him. Then he would sit 
here working out agreements, accounts and a ton of other documents... 
Being a CEO of a multinational corporation was fun at first but the 
excitement wore off gradually... 

	Or rather, very fast. 

	He preferred dating girls to doing all this slave-like work, 
yet he forcefully swallowed it all for the sake of his mother... 
Capsule Corporation was her sweat and blood, and Trunks understood 
the fiery passion his mother had for the company. 

	He yawned, totally exhausted from work. A quick glance at his 
wristwatch told him it was two in the afternoon. Taking off his 
spectacles, he threw them onto his table and leaned back in his 
armchair. He had had enough luxury since childhood and *luxurious* 
was the last word he wanted to hear now... One glance to the window, 
and he looked yearningly at the steel latch. One push and he was on 
the way to freedom! 

	So near, yet so far... 

	A mischievous grin lit up his face. Quickly prying himself out 
of the chair, he ran into the side room and grabbed his casual 
clothes to change into them. In less then a minute, a young man ran 
out again, this time looking a lot less serious. He had his denim 
Bermudas on with a white T-shirt paired with a beige jacket. Peering 
over his shoulder, he opened the window and stepped out onto the 
windowsill, preparing to take off. 

	"Yahoo!" shouted Trunks as he flew out of the building, leaving 
all that troublesome work behind in his office. *Let the secretary 
get all the headaches!* Trunks thought gleefully as he flew straight 
into a cloud, his mind already planning for the day's fun. 

	*Alright, I'll go and see if Goten's over his ho... Ouch!* 

	Suddenly, he crashed into something; or more precisely, 
someone. Trunks was about to punch with his fist when his hand was 
numbed by the touch of that *someone*. 

	A hand grabbed him roughly by his collar and dragged him out of 
the cloud as Trunks struggled wildly to free himself. The ki 
signature seemed awfully familiar and Trunks' heart was beating 
wildly, already bracing himself for the worst... *Please... Please... 
Not now...* prayed Trunks frantically. He would be in deep trouble... 

	Finally, Trunks could see sunlight pouring onto his skin and he 
looked up. "Tou... Tousan..." stammered Trunks, knowing he was a 
goner this time... 

	Vegita looked at him with a stony expression. "Your mother will 
know what to do with you later." 

	His hand still not releasing Trunks, Vegita shot off. Trunks 
sighed despairingly and shook his head. 

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	"See? I know you do that and I have finally caught you!" 
said Bulma coldly as she endlessly scolded Trunks in front of Vegita. 
"Hah! I know better than to let you off easily so I sent your tousan 
after you!" 

	Trunks remained silent as he rolled his eyes. Luckily his 
eyes were downcast and Bulma didn't notice anything awry about his 
facial expression. Bulma turned her back on him and sifted through 
some papers, searching for *any* offending mistakes that Trunks may 
have made. Trunks stole a look up at the wall clock. *3.00pm... It 
has been 40 minutes since I got here... Thank goodness I didn't 
promise Cherrie that I would be waiting for her in the city park...* 

	Vegita looked at Bulma and his son, amused. He knew the boy 
could blow up the whole building easily yet there he was, standing 
straight as his mother fussed and nagged him. Amazing... 

	"Human nature," muttered Vegita as he folded his arms in 
typical fashion, his eyebrows fixed in a natural frown. 

	"Vegita! You decide what to do to him!" Bulma shouted at him, 
obviously going on one of her periodical temper tantrums. She 
clutched a document and held it up for Trunks to see. "Look here! 
How could you sign an invoice without even looking at the amount of 
money paid! You totally messed up the whole accounts department 
looking for that certain sum of *missing* money!" Bulma sighed and 
threw her hands up in the air. 

	Vegita raised a quizzical eyebrow but kept quiet. The boy 
wasn't made to be sitting in some stuffy office! He was the son of 
a Saiyan prince and he should be conquering planets by this age! How 
old was he? Vegita made some mental calculations and realized that 
Trunks was turning 30 sometime this year... 30! He wasn't much older 
than his son was when he first came to Chikyusei and faced a lot of 
incidents! That woman who called him her 'husband', that idiot 
Kakarotto, his brat Trunks... Yet *his* brat was acting so immaturely 
in front of him! 

	"Vegita! Do you hear me?" screamed Bulma, thwacking her husband 
on the arm, careful of the strength he possessed. 

	Vegita acknowledged her by focusing his eyes on Trunks. 

	Suddenly, Bulma was smiling again. "I have an idea," she said 
slowly, shocking Trunks. *No... No... Not another of kaasan's 
ideas!!! I'm more willing to go through tousan's torture training 
than her ideas!* Trunks screamed wildly in his mind. He shivered 
mentally as he remembered the times Bulma had punished him by 
demanding that he fix a piece of complicated machinery or made him 
work in the office with her sitting next to him, watching him like a 
hawk for one whole week... Beads of cold sweat began to form at his 
palms and forehead. 

	"I am planning to open a new regional headquarters down south 
sometime soon. Trunks, I want you to go there and fix everything for 
me and *everybody* will be there to watch over you. Do you understand 
me?" announced Bulma, her eyes twinkling. This was her golden 
opportunity to have a family vacation and make her son work at the 
same time! Kyusho Island was a paradise beneath the sun and she was 
very sure that everybody would enjoy themselves there! 

	"Huh?" asked Trunks slowly, not sure what she meant by 
'everybody will be there to watch over you'... 

	"I mean a family vacation. Chichi was talking to me over the 
phone yesterday about taking a double holiday with us and I was 
thinking of all the possibilities. Since Capsule Corporation is 
planning to build a new operating office there, we might as well go! 
This is a perfect vacation!" explained Bulma, happy at her 
brainchild. 

	"I am not going with that brain damaged fool!" snapped Vegita. 
The idea of having a holiday with that low class warrior was *far* 
from perfect! His heart burned at the thought of Kakarotto with his 
idiotic smile. His screaming wife... What was her name? Chichi! No! 
That woman got on his nerves! But... her cooking was better. As he 
thought of food, his empty stomach clenched pitifully... Bulma 
wouldn't stop screaming until the brat said yes to all her demands... 

	"Vegita, we need a holiday ourselves too, right?" asked Bulma 
sweetly, taking Vegita's arm. Vegita frowned at her... He wouldn't be 
caught dead spending time and having *fun* with that stupid 
Kakarotto! *Kuso...* muttered Vegita under his breath. 

	Bulma, upon seeing Vegita's silent 'no', flashed her most 
innocent smile at him and he felt his heart soften... Bulma grinned 
secretly, she knew that her smile would always work on this arrogant, 
I-don't-care-a-damn prince! 

	"Alright, whatever," growled Vegita, rolling his eyes and 
glaring at Trunks. *Thanks to that brat I am forced to go with that 
stupid fool and his family!* 

	Trunks shrugged helplessly at Vegita but soon received a fierce 
snarl from his father. 

	"Alright, Trunks. The place is rather rural with only minimal 
resources... I have seen pictures of it and it has wonderful scenery. 
We have to build a new office there as I heard about plans by other 
companies to develop it. I'll be asking Chichi about this and we will 
be going there by plane this weekend! Go and pack up now! Stop 
thinking about girls because the natives aren't very beautiful!" 
ordered Bulma, looking at her son sternly. She knew that her dearest 
son flirted outrageously with girls all throughout his teenage years 
and he hadn't stopped since. 

	"Yeah..." agreed Trunks weakly... He hated it when Bulma went 
about ordering people... Alright, he had no choice this time but... 
he could ask Goten to go along, right? If there were no pretty girls, 
then at least he could bring a friend with him. No way was he going 
to bring Cherrie! That girl drove him nuts with her domineering 
nature. Maybe he could stand her way of speech for a few hours but 
not by a whole *month*! Goten would always be his best companion 
around, right? Yes! Friends were the best, of course *next to 
girls... Trunks nearly laughed out loud but stopped in time. 

	Trunks grinned and walked out from the door, throwing 
occasional evil smirks at his father. 

	*Kaasan is really an expert on getting tousan to do things...* 

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	"Goten!" screamed Trunks into the mouthpiece of the phone, 
getting irritated at Goten's attitude. The stupid phone line had 
been engaged since evening and it was only about twenty minutes 
earlier that he had finally managed to get through. *Huh! Talk about 
having a party line!* grumbled Trunks. His luggage was already packed 
in a backpack, sitting by the foot of his bed. What could he do? His 
mother was practically *forcing* him to go... 

	Trunks glanced out from the windowsill, noticing that the sky 
had completely darkened. There were no stars in sight and a flash of 
lightning flashed past the skies, totally reflecting Trunks' 
anxiety at the moment. A crash of thunder boomed across the 
stratosphere, causing Trunks to shiver momentarily. Not because of 
the thunder, but of the very thought of getting stuck with a huge 
workload... 

	"Huh?" answered Goten slowly, busy chatting with his new 
girlfriend on his hand phone. 

	"Listen here! I'm talking to you!" half shouted Trunks, leaning 
onto his bed angrily and hitting the mattress with his fist. *Goten 
still has the heart to flirt with his girlfriend while I'm literally 
dying from depression!* thought Trunks irately, drumming his fingers 
on his lap. 

	"Okay! Okay!" Goten shouted back. Trunks could barely hear him 
bidding goodbye to whoever she was and he gave her a smooch through 
the phone. Trunks winced, waiting for his friend to get back. 

	"Yeah?" 

	"Goten, I need your help now!" 

	"What? Sorry, I have a date with Liz this Saturday so I'm not 
free..." 

	"I don't care what dates you have but you really need to come 
with me on a double vacation with your family and mine..." requested 
Trunks, sighing desperately. 

	"Yup, I heard kaasan talking about it with tousan just now 
during dinner and tousan said he also has to let Uubu have some rest. 
Kaasan's going... By the way, tousan's going also... but I'm not! Liz 
will kill me if I do go!" Goten answered back, thinking about 
flashing eyes and stinging slaps... 

	"Look here, if you don't go, I'm not going to survive there! 
Everybody's going to have fun and I'm practically dying from work! 
Today, tousan caught me escaping from the office..." Trunks lamented, 
twirling the telephone cord. 

	"Vegita-san caught you?" half shouted Goten in surprise. Dear 
Kami-sama, Goten knew too well about Vegita's hellish punishments. 
"What did your tousan make you do this time? Train with him in the 
gravity room?" A sweat drop appeared on Goten's forehead as he 
reminded himself of Vegita's extreme training conditions... 

	"No, it isn't tousan... It's my kaasan... She wants to open a 
new office there and I'm supposed to watch over and do all the 
paperwork... You also know how much I abhor office work!" 

	"Haha, you are asking me to suffer with you? No thank you," 
replied Goten cheekily, sticking out his tongue over at his house. 

	"Please, Goten... It will be fun there! I know there are a lot 
of pretty girls on the sandy beaches and we can have a swell time!" 
pleaded Trunks, trying very hard to lure Goten into going with him. 

	"Really? Hey, I'm a bit sick of Liz now and I need some exotic 
girls to relax with..." grinned Goten, his mind forming a picture of 
him with four girls in sexy bikinis clinging onto him, never letting 
him go. Beautiful sarongs, tropical fruit juice, doe-eyed girls... 
Goten sighed languidly. 

	"See, I told you so! Okay, meet you at the airport this Friday!
Bye!" cheered Trunks, happily putting down the receiver and lying 
back on his bed. *Ha! I could get some more girls on the way too! 
Maybe Goten will be disappointed... I just made up the whole story 
about pretty girls so he would come with me! Poor Goten... He sounded 
so happy just now...* snickered Trunks as he switched off the bedside 
lamp, totally overjoyed about having Goten to suffer with him. 

	*Heh! Talk about flying... Tousan would be caught dead 'flying' 
with kaasan in front of everybody,* thought Trunks wryly as he pulled 
his wool blanket over himself. 

	Would it be a totally boring holiday without any girls? 

	Maybe yes, maybe no. 

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	"Tousan... Please... I want to go..." pleaded Pan endlessly, 
practically clinging onto Gohan. 

	"I thought you were supposed to go out with your friends?" 
he asked, raising a suspicious eyebrow. His daughter had been very 
irate and headstrong over the past years... 

	"Pan-chan, why are you so insistent on going with grandpa this 
time?" asked Videl as she loaded the dirty dishes into the 
dishwasher. 

	Pan shrugged. "Well, I just want to go on a holiday! C'mon 
tousan... You know I also get bored after hanging out with the same 
group of friends for so many years..." 

	Gohan threw his daughter an exasperated look and gave in. 
"Well, if you promise not to give any trouble to your 'baasan..." 
Go-Han still cared about his mother... The woman was already going 
on to her sixties and he was really worried about her... 

	"I promise I'll take care of myself! I'm already 18 this year, 
remember?" shrieked Pan in delight and gave her father a hug. *Yes! I 
can finally fight with Grandpa and uncle Goten!!!* screamed Pan 
mentally and did an imaginary kick as she hurried upstairs. Yes! She 
hadn't had a good fight in years now! Finally... finally! 

	Gohan and Videl both exchanged glances and sighed. 

	Daughters... Or... a daughter in this case. 

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	Friday morning. The whole airport was practically bustling with 
activity. Sweet female voices boomed out from amplifiers placed 
strategically to echo around in the whole waiting room added to the 
loud chatter of groups of people sitting there. 

	A troupe of people stood close together. One with a receding 
hairline and a frown on his face fidgeted uncomfortably with his tie. 
"Kuso," muttered Vegita as he struggled painfully against the piece 
of cloth wound around his neck that creating some sort of noose. "I'm 
not an animal!" grumbled Vegita as he finally succeeded in loosening 
the tie. 

	A woman with lavender hair was chatting loudly with another 
woman dressed in a mandarin collar dress, her hair all tied up in a 
bun. Goku was standing next to her, fidgeting in his formal suit. 
"Chichi, do I really have to wear these clothes?" asked Goku, feeling 
very uncomfortable as he got a minor scolding from Chichi. 

	"Ha! Chichi! I bet you couldn't get Goku to leave his orange gi 
behind, right? I managed to coax Vegita out of that dark blue 
body suit after 10 years!" exclaimed Bulma proudly, pointing at 
Vegita. He ignored her and looked away while Bulma left him alone. 

	Trunks was nearby, helping Bra with the enormous amount of 
luggage that she brought.

	"Can't you just encapsulate this junk?!" grumbled Trunks as he 
lugged the huge pile of suitcases and shopping bags. "I only brought 
a backpack, see?" continued Trunks showing the blue backpack he was 
carrying. 

	"Niisan... C'mon... You know I'm too lazy to encapsulate 
*everything*... Even encapsulating has already taken up most of the 
space in my small bag!" answered Bra, showing Trunks the insides her 
handbag. Trunks blinked, estimating there were about 100 capsules 
inside. *Girls...* complained Trunks silently and tried to guess all 
their contents. Makeup, clothes, jewelry... The list went on and on. 

	"Hi Pan-chan!" greeted Bra excitedly as she spotted Pan 
standing alone by the side of the room. Bra rushed up to hug the 
girl. "Eh? I thought you were going camping with your friends?" 

	"Hm... I thought a visit to an island might be much more fun 
than going camping on some stupid trip to the North..." answered Pan, 
fanning herself with a leaflet. "Hi Trunks," she greeted coolly. 

	Trunks acknowledged her and resumed pulling the luggage. One by 
one, he loaded the various sized packages onto the automatic luggage 
belt. Suddenly, he felt someone slap him on the shoulder and he 
looked up. 

	"Why is the CEO of Capsule Corporation doing all this porter 
work?" asked the young man as he flashed a grin. He had a baseball 
cap on and looked very casual. 

	"Goten! Yeah, thanks for your information," replied Trunks 
sarcastically, giving his childhood friend a friendly punch on the 
arm. "Also many thanks to my bratty sister that I am stuck with 
handling all this junk!" Bra glared at him but didn't say anything. 

	Goten sighed and bent down to help him pick up the parcels. 
"Girls are like that..." 

	"Your niece doesn't bring a lot of things like my sister 
does..." grumbled Trunks as he lifted another package the size of a 
computer.  

	"Well... I can't say much about Pan-chan... She doesn't wear 
makeup and she doesn't particularly like wearing expensive 
clothes..." answered Goten as he stacked a few boxes on top of each 
other and watched them go down the moving belt. 

	"Acts like a boy, too..." 

	Goten shrugged. "Besides, she has numerous boyfriends and 
all of them are quite afraid of women fighting and possessing 
supernatural powers. Imagine an ordinary man seeing his date blowing 
up cars and buildings?" 

	"The main reason is that she doesn't act like a girl," 
commented Trunks, sighing in relief when the entire pile had been 
diminished into a tiny stack. Goten shot a look at Pan and noticed 
her putting her foot up on a plastic chair. 

	"Who knows?" grinned Goten before noticing that Chichi was 
yelling at the top of her lungs about the plane taking off in ten 
minutes... Everybody else was also in the check in port and both of 
them were still standing there... 

	"C'mon! Let's go! The plane's taking off!" shouted Trunks and 
dragged Goten by his wrist. 

	"I'm going to hate this so-called *holiday*..." complained 
Trunks as he handed his plane ticket to the air stewardess standing 
by the entrance. 

	Exactly ten minutes later, the loud blast of a jet plane taking 
off erupted throughout the entire airport. 

	And a huge number of headaches followed it. 

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