Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball/Z/GT/Kai. I wish I came up with it though :(

A/N: This is my first fic, so go easy on me, Kay?

Edit!: Yay! I'm finally editing this story! This is the first fanfic that I've ever written, and the quality isn't as good as some of my more recent ones, so lucky for you, dear reader, you get to read it after it's all spell checked and more detail was added.

Bulla was in her room listening to her favorite CD when she heard a loud crash. She felt the earth tremble a little underneath her. It trembled and shook and then made a loud BOOM! She flew up off her bed a few inches. She heard her CD player skip from being bounced around, and got annoyed. Her brother and father were sparring again. She couldn't understand why they didn't go farther away when they did that. They had the tenancy to break things, make messes, and and make a lot of noises.

The crashes and booms were getting louder and it was getting harder for Bulla to hear her CD. She turned the volume up, and up, and up, but they seemed to be getting louder with the music. It was useless. She was really starting to get irritated.

The pounding and crashing continued on for awhile, so Bulla decided to see what was going on. She got up and left her room, slamming the door behind her. She was walking down the hall to the elevator when she heard a REALLY big BANG, and Bra was thrown up into the air. She then fell back to the ground, landing on her butt.

She quickly got in the elevator and after it stopped at ground level, ran down the hall and out into the front yard, which was a disaster. The ground was all dug up, tattered black and orange cloth littered the yard. Her mother's flower pots were broken. They were shattered into hundreds of pieces all over the yard. She looked up to see Trunks and Goten, not her dad. They both looked very determined to win the fight.

I'm not gonna let either of them win, she thought to herself as she screamed, "You better stop!" at the top of her lungs.

Neither of them heard her, so she flew up into the air and screamed, "Stop it NOW!"

They heard her this time, and stopped fighting momentarily.

"What?" Trunks asked her. He was in super saiyan form, and looked like he was about ready to kill someone. Bulla wasn't a super saiyan, but she could be pretty intimidating at times, too. She wasn't afraid of her brother one bit.

"What? Look at what you're doing to the lawn! Mom will kill us when she sees this!" She pointed to the ground.

The two boys looked down, noticing their mess for the first time.

"Uh-oh. I don't think my mother will like this too much, Goten." Trunks informed his best friend, whom he had been fighting with. Goten had an annoyed look on his face.

"Well," he said, "maybe you should've thought about that before you started fighting with me, huh?"

"It's not my fault that your girlfriend is a whore, now is it? Maybe you should spend more time with her, now shouldn't you?"

"I hope you two realize that I am NOT cleaning this up!" Bulla said to them, trying to stop the two friends from arguing. It didn't work. They kept screaming at each other. Bulla was really starting to get irritated with them, and eventually got in between the two and screamed "STOP!" At the top of her lungs.

The two guys stopped yelling and looked at her. "You guys have got to stop fighting, I don't know what the issue is, but it's really annoying, and you guys are best friends. You shouldn't be fighting. Now you two made a huge mess of the back yard, and now you two will have to work together to clean it, do you hear me? You both made this mess, so don't try to blame it on each other. Do you hear me?"

"I say we tell Bulma it was our dads that did it." Goten said.

"That won't work, stupid. My daddy would be really mad if I lied to mom, and you DON'T want him mad, do you, Goten?"

Goten flinched. "Uh… No. " He said, "I don't want him mad. Not at all."

Bulla, who was still irritated at her brother and his friend, turned her back on him and walked back into the house.

I didn't make this mess, so I shouldn't have to clean it, she thought to herself, my brother acts like he's six sometimes. I really hate it.

An hour later…

Bulla walked into the kitchen in the hopes of getting something to eat. Bulla was surprised to see her brother there digging through the refrigerator.

"What are you doing? shouldn't you be cleaning up your mess?" She asked him, putting her hands on her hips in a disapproving manner.

"No," he said. "I told Goten to do it." He continued on with his search for food.

"Are you kidding me Trunks? You're not gonna help him? I guess that speech about working together and helping each other was pointless, because by the looks of it not one word got through that thick skull of yours."

"Stop acting like you're my mother. Goten owed me a favor. Besides, I have better things to worry about."

Trunks closed the refrigerator, to reveal that his arms were full of food. Most of it junk.

"So you're gonna sit here and feed your face while Goten slaves outside cleaning up the mess that YOU made? I don't think so." Bulla took the food out of his hands and put it back into the fridge.

I guess I really don't have much of a choice but to help him now, if mom doesn't kill him dad sure will, and I really don't want Goten to die. Bulla really hated her brother sometimes, even though most of the time he was bearable. He's gonna owe me big time after this.

When Bulla got out there, the yard was still pretty messy. Millions of tiny shreds of cloth were everywhere. The lawn was still all torn up and the grass was pulled up out of the ground. All of the broken pots were picked up. Some of the really big holes were repaired, but the grass was completely gone from the area. That was fine, though. Mom wouldn't really mind.

All of this could've been done by now if Trunks had been helping out.

Goten saw Bulla and looked up. "What do you want?" He asked her.

"For you not to get killed," she replied.

"Uh… Well good luck with that. I'm never gonna get this cleaned up in time. Your mother is supposed to be done shopping in an hour."

Bulla grabbed a garbage bag off the ground. "I'll help," she said. "Unlike my brother, I actually WANT you to live. I doubt she'll actually be done in an hour. She always takes way longer than she's supposed to, like any normal girl."

About 15 minutes later…

Bulla was already soaked with sweat. It was blazing hot outside. She ad her hair up, but that didn't help out much.

"How are you still alive?" she asked him. "You've been out here cleaning a lot longer than me."

"I'm used to it."

Bulla didn't really have much to say after that. They made small talk, and Bulla realized that they actually had a lot in common. Bulla also realized something else, even though she knew she shouldn't be thinking this, he was pretty good looking.

It sucks that he's like 12 years older than me…