Subject: [FFML] [Fanfic][DBZ] Wish Upon A Star (1/?)
From: "Siew Lee, Wong" <wsiewlee@tm.net.my>
Date: 12/16/1998, 4:14 PM
To: ffml@fanfic.com

Gosh... I have written any DBZ fic for quite a while already... Anyway,
this fic is based on DBGT for the appearences of characters but nothing
more than that because this story mostly overwrites the DBGT plotline. 

Please send your C&Cs, flames or whatever to [wsiewlee@tm.net.my] because I
have set the flag to 'vacation' a couple of weeks back. =) 

Siew Lee 
[wsiewlee@tm.net.my] 

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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. The pair of blue eyes stared aimlessly at the gigantic 
bunch of documents piled up in front of him... He tapped his pen 
irritably on the wooden desktop as his other 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 work as a construction 
worker! 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 him, causing him instant dizziness. They were not a 
problem at first, but as time passed by, there was not much 
possibility that one couldn't 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... 

	Before him, there were hundreds of thousands of buildings, 
standing up tall on against the azure blue 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 marvelous views 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 to 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 knew pretty well that those houses were all ready in the 
form of portable capsules the size of a pill. 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 in Chikyusei. Not that he 
wanted anybody like Uubu to destroy earth, but life was getting very 
monotonous here. Every morning, he would get up from sleep, eat his 
breakfast and set off for a 10-hour work-day at Capsule Corporation. 
Arriving at the entrance in limousine, everybody 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 
that fiery passion his mother had for this company. 

	He yawned, totally exhausted from work. A quick glance at his 
wristwatch showed the time as 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 off 
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 matching white T-shirt paired with a beige jacket. 
Peering over his own shoulder, he opened the window and stepped out 
onto the windowsill, preparing to take off. 

	"Yoohoo!" 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!* thought Trunks in glee 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 and his face remained stony. "Your mother 
will know what to do with you later." 

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

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	"See? I know you do that and I have finally caught you!" 
screeched Bulma 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 
made. Trunks stole a look up at the wall clock. *3.00pm... It has 
been 40 minutes since I got here... Thank goodness that I didn't 
promise Cherrie that I would be waiting for her in that park...* 

	Vegita looked at Bulma and his son amusedly. He knew pretty 
well the boy could practically 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 his 
typical fashion, his eyebrows fixed in a natural frown. 

	"Vegita! You decide what to do to him!" shouted Bulma 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 now! 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 earth 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!* screamed Trunks wildly in his mind. He shivered 
mentally as he remembered the times when Bulma punished him by 
demanding that he fix that piece of complicated machinery and making 
him work in the office with her sitting next to him, watching him 
like a hawk for one whole week... Beads of cold sweat were beginning 
to form at his palms and forehead. 

	"I am planning to open a new regional headquarters down south 
sometime now. Trunks, I want you to go there and fix everything for 
me and *everybody* will be there to watch over. Do you understand 
me?" announced Bulma, her eyes twinkling. This was the 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 by what she meant by 
'everybody will be there to watch over'... 

	"I mean a family vacation. Chichi was talking to me over the 
phone yesterday about getting 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 holiday!" 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 though. 
As he thought of food, his empty stomach clenched pitifully... Bulma 
wouldn't stop screaming around 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 that 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 
glared at Trunks. *Thanks to that brat and 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? No pretty girls, at least 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?  Yeah, *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 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 entirely 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 sky, 
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, 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 time 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 had caught me escaping from the office..." lamented 
Trunks, twirling the telephone cord. 

	"Vegita-san caught you?" half shouted Goten in surprise. Dear 
Kami-sama, Goten knew too well about Vegita's hell-like punishments. 
"What did your tousan make you do this time? Train with him in that 
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 there... 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 with sexy bikinis clinging onto him, never 
letting him go. Beautiful sarongs, topical 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 Go-Han. 

	"I thought you were supposed to go out with your friends?" 
asked Go-Han, 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..." 

	Go-Han 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 Go-Han 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! 

	Go-Han 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 upon the 
loud chatter of groups of people sitting there. 

	A troupe of people stood close together there. 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 thus 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 with his formal suit. 
"Chichi, do I really have to wear these clothes?" asked Goku, feeling 
very uncomfortable before getting 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 her enormous amount of 
luggage that she planned to bring. Not planned, but 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 capsule 
inside. *Girls...* complained Trunks silently and tried to guess all 
its contents. Makeup, clothes, jewelry... The list went on and on. 

	"Hi Pan-chan!" greeted Bra excited as she spotted Pan standing 
alone by the side of the room. Bra ran and 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 lugging 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, flashing 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 picking 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 branded 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 
every one 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 acts like a girl," 
commented Trunks, sighing in relief when the entire pile was 
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 Chichi was yelling 
at the top of her lungs about the plane taking off in ten minutes... 
Everybody 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 whole airport. 

	And a huge number of headaches followed it. 

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