Door to Door

Bulma was in the kitchen making dinner when she happened to glance out the window and see two figures moving towards the front of Capsule Corp. Recognizing the logo on their briefcases, Bulma sighed with irritation as the doorbell rang. About to move, she was beaten as her son raced downstairs from his bedroom to the door.

" I got it!" Trunks hollered, not knowing if anyone was actually around to hear him. He skidded to a halt and opened the door.

" Hello?"

Trunks had opened the door to see a tall, dark-haired man wearing a name tag that said James, and a thin, shorter woman with frizzy blonde hair whose tag read Martha. He folded his little arms.

" Who are you?" the eight-year old demi-saiyajin asked brusquely. He wasn't worried about strangers - not only was he a Super Saiyajin, but he knew his dad was around too. The woman smiled at him in a sickeningly-sweet way.

" What a handsome young man you are!" she cooed, reaching out to tousle Trunks' hair. The boy quickly ducked out of range.

" Who are you? he demanded again, a very Vegeta-esque smirk scowl firmly in place. The woman blinked; then the vacuuos expression returned.

" Well dear, we're hear to speak to your mommy and daddy about spreading the word of God."

" A message from Dende? What's he want now?" Trunks asked, wrinkling his nose. James and Martha exchanged confused looks.

" Dende?"

" You know - Kami! Bald, green, pointy-ears? You should know him if you're bringing a message from him."

In the other room, Bulma stuffed the dishcloth against her mouth to keep from laughing out loud. Vegeta entered the kitchen from the other end with a questioning smirk and she waved him over, motioning for him to be quiet.

James smiled uncertainly. " Um...is your mom or dad home?"

Trunks thought for a second. " Well, 'Kaasan WAS in her labatory fixin' the gravity room 'cause 'tousan blew it up again. 'Kaasan said it was a miracle the house didn't explode with it."

Martha brightened. " Miracles are actually something we'd like to discuss. If we could just speak to your mom--"

" Miracle? Like a wish? Well, if ya wanna borrow the dragon-radar, 'tousan's gonna wanna know why," Trunks informed them loftily. " 'Sides, the dragonballs got used a coupla months ago so ya can't make a wish with them until next year, anyway."

" Dragonballs...?"

" Don't know why Kami needs them - I mean, HE made 'em. Why doesn't he just make his own miracles?" Trunks scratched his head as he pondered that.

Tears were streaming down Bulma's face as she bit her lip to keep from howling. Vegeta listened, head tilted to one side, a faint smile on his face.

James gave one last effort. " We're here to try and save your soul from eternal damnation."

Trunks scrutinized them, unimpressed. " You don't look like fighters," he said at last. He held out his hand and generated a small ball of ki. " Can you do this at least?"

The jaws of James and Martha gaped wide open.

" Dear God in heaven," the woman breathed. Trunks shook his head.

" Nah, Dende's probably in his castle on top of Kami Tower. It's my friend Goten's dad Goku that's in heaven. He won a tournament there, ya know."

" A t-tournament?"

" Uh-huh. Say, if Dende has a message, why didn't he tell Piccolo? He was here earlier with Gohan when they picked up Goten. Use them antenna-things to talk to each other or something." Trunks scowled at them. The ki ball in his hand grew slightly. " Who are you anyway?"

" Look, we just want to speak to your dad--" James began, exasperated and more then a little concerned. Martha was staring at the glowing ball in the childs hands.

" Well, if ya talk to 'tousan like that, he'll prolly kill ya. He's a prince ya know."

" Prince?"

" Uh-huh. 'Cept 'tousan's planet was destroyed by Freeza and then I killed Freeza when he came here."

" Killed? You....a child..." James face was pale.

" Well, actually, it was another me from the future who sliced him up," Trunks said reflectively. " It's a really cool story and I got a sword like him."

" Um....look, maybe we should, uh, come back another time?" Martha asked somewhat nervously, backing up through the door towards the step. Trunks nodded.

" Tell Dende to come talk to us instead of sending strangers," he nodded. " If 'tousan was in a bad mood and HE had opened the door, he'da blasted ya." Trunks finally let the ki ball implode with a puff of smoke and a small bang. " Like that. Only bigger."

The two agents of heaven looked at each other and then made a break for it, running as though their lives depended on it. Trunks waved and shut the door. Turning around, he saw his mother and father enter the room with strange looks on their faces.

" W-who was at the door?" Bulma asked innocently, controlling her expression with a supreme burst of effort. Trunks shrugged.

" They said they had the word of Kami but they didn't give me a message," Trunks said, slightly confused. " They were wierd." He looked up. " Is dinner ready yet?"

" Almost. Go get washed up."

" 'Kay." Trunks flew up the stairs. Vegeta smirked. Bulma sagged against the couch in her living room, finally letting out the laughter.

" That's one way to handle those people!"

~~OWARI~~