Author's Note: Changed some of the wording in an attempt to help flow.

Serah stood on the tip of her big toe like a ballerina, palms together and the bottom of her other foot on her knee. Eyes closed, she inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly, trying to still her mind so she could sense the surroundings of the lake. Everything was tranquil and still.
A dragonfly landed on a thick stalk sticking out of the shallows of the water. A breeze caressed the leaves and grasses. A squirrel chattered in the distance… A burst of familiar Ki in the distance rippled to Serah's senses.

Serah smiled softly as the Ki approached. Ever since the government's experiments to make more Majins was essentially vaporized, peace settled over the world. For several years, they lived without conflict. Mack, a scientist once involved with the experiments, took up residents with Buu and Serah. He took up much of the responsibilities that Mr. Satan had before he was kidnapped and experimented on.
Buu had not been quite the same since. He was more mature, more reserved than before, but thankfully still quite jovial. Serah feared that he may have suffered greatly if she hadn't been revived by Shenron. The thought always saddened her.

Buu slowed and remained hovering when he neared. When he was within an arm's reach, Serah leaped to him, pushing him horizontally as she kissed his lips. Buu chuckled, returning the affection and wrapping his arms around her. "Serah surprised Buu," he said when she finally relinquished his lips and relaxed into him.
"I'm just content."
"Did Serah have successful meditation?"
"I think I did." Buu grabbed her and squeezed reassuringly as he grinned. Serah chortled and nibbled his neck.
"Mack has surprise for Buu and Serah."

At the house, Mack adjusted his thick glasses on his nose, staring intensely into a vial of thick, clear liquid. He beamed eagerly, delicately setting the vial onto a holder and carefully grasping another, rounder vial from the next holder. "Almost," he reassured himself.
The small lab was cluttered with papers and sticky notes around the cramped beakers, vials and various oddities. He had been so consumed by his latest work, Mack hadn't emerged from the room on the second floor all day, except only once to tell Buu of his breakthrough. Thankfully, Buu had left him to continue what he wanted to finish.
When Mack finally surfaced from his lab, he leaned heavily against the wall with a huge sigh. The bed from the room down the hall creaked and Buu soon joined him, looking concerned at the scientist. "Mack well?"
"Y-yes," Mack straitened and grinned knowingly up at the large man. "Just a long day. What time is it?"

Buu looked over at the clock on the wall as Mack tugged at his long, white coat stained with coffee and tea. "Almost five."
"Oh, my!" Mack huffed, "I'm late to make dinner, I should-"
Buu grasped his shoulder and interrupted him, "Morning. Mack should sleep, Buu and Serah take care of breakfast."

Mack nodded and wobbled to his small bedroom without a word. He looked exausted. Buu watched him, making sure he made it to bed before returning to Serah in their bed. Serah yawned and blearily looked up at Buu when he returned, "I feel like someone just mentioned breakfast?"
Buu smiled down at her, "Yes and Buu thinks Serah hungry."
"Mhmm," she confirmed as she rose in bed and stretched her palms to the ceiling in a stretch. "Did Mack finally get to bed?" She rested her forearms on her head making her arms look like they framed her head.
Buu nodded and smiled, admiring her for a moment before turning to the door. "Buu make breakfast." He headed downstairs.

Breakfast was simple. Pancakes, sausage and eggs. Plenty of pancakes for Buu and just enough sausage and eggs for Serah to feel full. Ever since Mr. Satan died, Buu and Serah learned a lot of cooking from all the notes and recipes he made during his decades living with Buu.
After the dishes were cleaned and put away, Buu led Serah outside and onto the roof to watch the sunrise. Once they were comfortably cuddled together, Serah said, "It's been nice, not having to worry about the fate of the world."
"Buu agree," he held her closer.

Mack didn't emerge from his room until almost dinner time. Serah brought him a plate of mashed potatoes, corn and a fried chicken leg. She had to knock on the door to his lab a few times before he finally answered.
"Th-thanks, Serah," he huffed a sigh. "I'd have starved to death already if not for you and Buu."
"You wouldn't be so recluse if not for us, too." Serah smiled, "Will you be eating up here tonight?"
Mack thought for a moment, then nodded, "I think I'll join you guys tonight."

Buu didn't eat with his usual gusto, but he finished his plate nonetheless. Though Mack was distracted while he ate, contemplating his latest experiment, Serah noticed. "Buu, you're plate is usually licked clean by now." She smiled to him.
Buu looked at her and frowned, "Buu is well..."
"But…?"
"Buu misses Mr. Satan today."
Serah looked at him, saddened, "I'm sure he misses you, too."
"Buu sometimes wonders why Mr. Satan couldn't be wished back."
Serah leaned back, thinking over what she was told when Buu wished for her and Mr. Satan to be revived. Shenron, the wish-granting dragon, had said Mr. Satan was changed. Serah wondered if the physical change he was forced to have also affected him in a deeper level. Did it also change his personality so much that he'd return with a much sinister personality? Serah sighed, "I wish I knew the answer, too." She let the tension abate before turning to Mack, "I don't think you got the chance to tell me about that surprise."
Mack looked up from his plate, grinning ear to ear. "Not just yet..."