After a long wait, here's chapter 12. ^^;; Ahh, there's nothing like writing fanfic's while listening to Rob Zombie...

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Vegita's eyes were wide. He couldn't move. He couldn't speak. He couldn't scream.

The horror...it was too much. He thought he escaped them that while back. Alas...fate proved to be against him.

Shinii looked down at him in concern as she felt his small hand tighten its hold on hers.

"Vegita-chan, are you alright? Why are you so pale and clammy? Are you sick?" she asked, bending down and placing her palm on his forehead, "You don't 'feel' sick..."

"........Lets go home now." Vegita managed to rasp out. When neither Raditsu nor Shinii reacted, he half whimpered half growled. Picking up Shinii and depositing her in the cart, he lifted off into the air, not waiting for the other Saiya-jin. He ignored the surprised yells from the other customers, and without a second thought about paying, blasted out of the store, leaving behind a nice sized hole in the ceiling.

Shinii blinked from her uncomfortable position and stared down at the ground miles away.

"Vegita-chan, is there a reason we're flying?" she paused, blinking once again, "And since when can you and Raditsu fly?"

Raditsu sweatdropped, keeping up with his young charge. "Ah...long story."

A minute after flying at top speed, they arrived back at the Pink House Of Shinii, TM.

Raditsu raised an eyebrow at Vegita, "What was that about?"

Vegita shook his head, an involuntary shudder running down his body, "It was nothing. Go away before I blast you.", he mumbled, twitching. Raditsu's eyebrow rose higher, but he walked away without question, bringing the painting supplies into the house and depositing them into Vegita's room.

Speaking of Vegita, he was still standing in the yard, a ceramic gnome on his left, and the shopping cart on his right. At that moment, he swore to himself that he would never set one foot in that cursed store ever again. Who knew that this...Earth...contained such horrors. Was his father aware of this? Was he trying to get rid of his only son? Did he send him here to make sure his death looked like an accident?

He mentally slapped himself. This whole ordeal had made him paranoid. Next thing you knew, he would be looking behind corners and expecting something to jump at him from amidst the trees.

Suddenly, he spun around and stared at a nearby cherry tree with suspicion and growing unease. Did that branch just twitch? Was it the slight breeze that caused the leaves to stir? And what about-

"YAHHH!" he screamed as something dashed down the aforementioned tree. His hand clutched at the fabric over his heart as his eyes widened to an unnatural size.

As he got a closer look at the horrific object, he facefaulted.

There, amid the grass, flowers, and lawn gnomes, sat a fluffy, cute, little gray squirrel, happily munching on a nut. The squirrel gave Vegita a perturbed glance and scurried back up the trunk.

Vegita picked himself up from the ground and sighed. This just wasn't his day.

Glancing at the tree again, he muttered a death threat to the squirrel, promising great death and pain if he ever saw it again, and stalked back into the house rather quickly.

As soon as he stepped past the threshold, a cloth was thrown at his face, effectively blinding him.

He slowly took the material off his head and held it a foot away in his hands. It revealed itself to be a large, oversized old work shirt, and Vegita looked up at the person who threw it, Shinii, in question.

"Onna, why would you throw a moldy shirt at me?" he asked, wondering if the woman had perhaps gone crazy.

The giggled in response, "Well, silly, you don't want to get dirty while you paint, do you? But put that shirt away for now. We still have to move your old furniture out, alright?" she took his hand in hers and walked down the hall and into the pink frilly-ness that was Vegita's room. Raditsu was waiting there by the window, a bored look on his face. When he heard the two enter, he stared at Shinii.

"Can we start now? Please?" he questioned, feeling as if any minute now he would fall over. Shinii nodded and explained to him that they needed to move the furniture out into the attic incase it was ever needed, and to make room for Vegita's new bed and stuff, off course.

Raditsu and Vegita looked at each other and grinned. This was going to be a peace of cake.

In 30 seconds flat, they moved every single piece of furniture, much to the amazement of Shinii, who stared at them with wide eyes. Damn, she wished she had them here two years ago when she first moved into this house! She wouldn't have had to hire any guys to bring in her heavier stuff.

Now that the room was totally empty, it seemed larger. Before, stuffed bunnies and such were scattered all over the place, and other puffy items took up space. Ah, if only the hot pink walls...weren’t pink.

Shinii put the large shirt over Vegita's normal clothes, which consisted of black baggy children’s pants and a blue t-shirt. Vegita looked rather dwarfed and comical in the shirt, for the sleeves hung down about half a foot from where his arms ended and the bottom draped his knees. Shinii just couldn't resist the cuteness he radiated so she hugged him, much to his outrage, horror, and cry of "WOMAN!"

A couple minutes later, the three of them were dressed. Shinii had on a shirt not unlike Vegita’s and old jeans. For Raditsu she picked out a pair of loose black jeans and a gray wife-beater, just to stare at his muscles when he wasn't looking. Hey, she could be a hussy if she wanted...

So, paintbrushes in hand, and a bucket or two of Navy Blue paint laying in the middle of the floor, they were ready to begin their first official group project.

....Can you stand the excitement? Yes? Well, who asked you anyway? And stop giving me that look. I mean it! Alright, yea, sorry 'bout that. I got too much into the 'moment'.

The work went quickly, and in no time flat half the walls looked decent and manly. Shinii stretched out her sore arm and excused herself, saying that she needed to get a drink of water. The two Saiya-jins ignored her an continued working peacefully.

That is, until Raditsu accidentally dripped some paint onto Vegita's spiky hair.

Vegita looked up, growling. In retaliation, he flew up to Raditsu's eye level and swiped his paint-covered brush against the long-haired mans face, covering it in the Navy Blue substance, some of it dripping down his chin.

Raditsu's eyes narrowed and he did the same to the Chibi. For 45 seconds, they just stood there, (or floated, in Vegita's case) glaring. At the same time, they picked up their separate cans and dumped them on the other.

And that’s how Shinii found them, paint everywhere.

Raditsu and Vegita still stood there nonchalantly, trying to make each other spontaneously combust with the looks they were giving. Shinii ran out the room and quietly as she could and came back a second later, camera in hand.

The Saiya-jins were brought out of their staring contest by a flash of light and a clicking sound. They whipped around in Shinii's direction and their jaws dropped to the ground. She didn't...She couldn't have...

This meant war.

With a smirk, they dashed toward her.

Shinii let our a screech as they tackled her. Soon, they were rolling together on the floor, laughing. Shinii finally managed to stand up, covered head to toe in paint thanks to Raditsu and Vegita. She grinned, then quickly tolled them to take a bath. Outside. With the hose.

She herself went to get a change of clothes and hopped into the shower, locking the bathroom door after herself. After all, there were males in the house now.

As she lathered herself with soap, she thought back to her first meeting with the long haired man.

She was at the carnival by herself. She went because, frankly, she was bored stiff. She hadn't exactly made many friends in this town since she moved here, and so she was used to being alone.

Shinii was just about to go buy herself some popcorn to munch on when a man blocked her path and demanded marriage. She was more than a little confused, to say the least. Although, after she got a better look at him, she was quite impressed. He was definitely handsome, what with his muscular body, onyx eyes, and long, black hair.

Not that she would have accepted the proposal. She wasn't that kind of a lady, thank you very much. And that’s just what she tolled him. He tried to change her mind, using more pickup lines than she had ever head before in her entire life. She was just beginning to get aggravated when the cutest little child popped out from behind the tent.

Next thing she knew she was inviting them to live with her. Well, she couldn't complain about her life being too mundane anymore.

With a smile, Shinii finished rinsing her hair and stepped out into the chilly air. Shivering slightly, she wrapped herself in a fluffy white towel and began the process of brushing her hair. A few minutes later she was dressed in a light-pink summer dress and decided to check on the boys.

Meanwhile, outside, Raditsu turned on the hose and started spraying himself with the freezing water, wondering why Shinii was able to get the shower while he had to tidy up in the friggen yard.

After what seemed like eternity, all the paint had come off and his dripping hair lay matted down his back to his knees. He shoved the hose at Vegita and contemplated how he was going to make his hair tangle free.

Vegita frowned. What a primitive way to wash yourself. Bah, at least he wouldn’t have a problem with his hair, like that stupid baka over there.

He grinned at the thought, picturing Raditsu screaming in pain and whimpering over the brush.

His grin faltered a bit when the ice-cold water hit his skin. This was just getting better and better. First the incident at the store, and now he was turning into a living Popsicle.

Life was peachy.

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