Sakura sat on her bed, staring at the wall opposite her.  The same question kept going over and over in her head.  Why was this happening to her?  She felt almost as though her father had betrayed her, as though it was his fault this was happening to her, all because he told her about Kakarot.

There was suddenly a knock at the door, and Sakura looked up to see Gohan standing in the doorway.  "What do you want?", she asked bitterly through clenched teeth.

"I just thought you might want a little chat."  Gohan replied coolly, sitting at the foot of the bed.  "I mean, no offence or anything, but you seem kind of stressed out."

"What do you expect?", she snapped back at him, picking up a small tennis ball and throwing it hard against the wall.  "I just found out that my boyfriend's my cousin!  I'm not exactly going to be dancing on the rooftops now, am I!"

Gohan looked down at the carpet and then back up at Sakura.  "Sorry" he said softly.  "I didn't mean to hurt your feelings or anything."

Sakura looked up at him, her eyes red and swollen.  "What was it you wanted to talk to me about, Gohan?", she asked him.

"Well," he told her slowly.  "I just wanted know if you wanted to like, be friends.  I just don't want us to suddenly start hating each other."  Sakura smiled at him, her eyes lighting up for the first time since she had told Gohan that Kakarot was her uncle three days ago.

"Sure."  She said to him, getting up off the bed and walking up to the door.  "Do you want to play a board game or something before dinner?"

Gohan burst out laughing and nodded.  "Alright then."  He somehow choked out through his laughter.  "Come on then."  Sakura smiled back at him and the two of them walked out towards the dining table.

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Bulma stood up to go to bed.  "Goodnight Trunks."  She said to Trunks, who had been sitting with her, watching the television.

"Mother!", Trunks called out, stopping her.  "Wait, I need to tell you something."  Bulma turned around and looked at Trunks.

"What?", she asked, turning back to look at Trunks.

"I need you to save my father's life."

Bulma looked shocked.  She sat back down and looked at Trunks with wide eyes.  "You - you need me to what?", she asked him, just to make sure she had heard him properly, which she already knew she had.

"I need you to save my father's life."  He replied calmly, looking her in the eyes more seriously than he had ever looked at anybody in his life.  "Some Nameks are going to come.  Lots of them.  They are going to be looking for Dad, and they'll have a description of him, you know, black hair, that kind of thing.  I need you to help him by making that description useless."

Bulma looked at him, trying to take in what her son had just told her to do.  "So let me get this straight."  She said, thinking hard.  "You want me to make Vegeta look different.  How about dying his hair?", she suggested, a smile on her face.

"That's exactly what I mean."  He said, nodding happily.  "Anything to stop them from being able to recognise him."

"Don't worry about it Trunks."  Bulma said coolly, looking down at Sayoke, who Trunks was holding, and smiling.  "'Miracle Mom' is on the case!"  Trunks smiled and gave Bulma the thumbs up.

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Vegeta stood up and stretched.  "I am going to bed."  He told Bulma as he left the room.  "Goodnight."  Bulma looked up and watched him out of the room, before reaching into her bag, and pulling out a small cardboard box.  She read the box :-

Instant hair dye - PINK.

She took a deep breath, before going to bed.

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Bulma lay awake, looking at her bedside clock.  The digits flickered to midnight, and Bulma climbed out of bed.  She walked around the bed and looked down at Vegeta's face.  "Sorry about this Vegeta."  She whispered to the sleeping Saiya-jin.  Bulma wet Vegeta's hair carefully with warm water, trying not to spill any on his face, lest it wake him.  She rubbed the pink mixture into his hair, and eyebrows - she did not want to leave any hint that his hair was naturally black.  She washed away the mixture, and struggled not to laugh at the results - Vegeta's hair was bright fuchsia!  "Vegeta," she whispered "When you wake up and you try to kill me, remember it was for your own good."  With those final words, Bulma walked back round the bed, and went to sleep.