Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters they belong to Akira Toriyama. I don't own the plot either it belongs to Megan Cole but I have changed some of the plot though.

Beta read by Hinata1313


Fortune

"Why the hell shouldn't I have Botox? It's my face." Nineteen-year old Marron Chesnut eyed her mother belligerently over the fifteen-foot breakfast bar, flipping her silky blonde hair over her shoulder so it cascaded down her back.

18 looked at her daughter and said. "Sweetheart, don't you think you're a little bit young?"

Marron gave her mother a hard look. "No! I'm nineteen mom and I am an adult I can do whatever I want." Marron offered up a smooth, blemish-free face, courtesy of regular facials at the most expensive beauty salon in Japan. "I'm covered in wrinkles, look!"

18 frowned. "Why don't you leave it for a few years? Twenty-one is as good a time to start as any."

"That's if I don't look 112 by then." Marron huffed. God, her life sucked! Come July, she'd normally be joining the rest of her friends at the beach for a summer of sunbathing and scoping up guys. This year however, she and her parents were stuck at home in their small little house in a small island with Master Roshi. Marron stomped over to the floor-to-ceiling window to look down at the waves in the ocean. A small deserted island in July was so not the place to be. Her best friends, Miyako and Ali, would be heading down to the beach now, while she, Marron, was cooped up in this stupid place.

It wasn't fair.

"What am I suppose to do now?" She said, turning back to her mother.

18 looked up from her stool, where she was readjusting the diamond necklace on her. "Sweetheart, you live in a small island were you have your own beach. Isn't that enough?"

Marron sighed. "Yes but we have enough money to move out of this dump though!"

"Hey this isn't a dump." Krillen, her father said sitting on the couch while reading the newspaper.

"Maybe not to you but it is to me, dad!" Marron said sulking.

"You could always invite your friends here Marron, your own beach, that'd be great!" 18 suggested to her daughter.

"But there won't be any hot guys to look for though."

"No boys!" Krillen said to his daughter.

"Whatever… am I allowed to go to the mall then?"

"What for?" 18 asked.

"Shopping duh! Have you heard about that new nail bar at the mall? I've heard the French manicures are to die for."

Krillen coughs. "I have already experienced death."

Marron rolls her eyes. "Oh daddy that was like so a long time a go. Time has changed and people have also changed too."

'And you changed too Marron.' Both Krillen and 18 thought to themselves when Marron referred people as their old friends who they don't see anymore.

"Why don't you go for a little swim Marron?" Krillen suggested.

"No way! I'll get my hair wet and I just painted these nails too see." Marron showed her perfect pink nails.

"Ever thought of painting them a different colour instead of always pink? What about purple? Purple is a nice colour.

Marron pulls a face. "I hate the colour purple! It so totally doesn't go with any of my outfits."

"All your outfits are pink, maybe it's time for a change Marron." 'You may have changed but your favourite colour didn't.' 18 chuckles to herself.

Marron gives her mother a hard look. "Maybe it's time for a change for you too mother. That necklace is so last year!" She then looks at her father. "And dad it's about time you done something else instead of always fighting!"

Both Krillen and 18 look at each other then back at their daughter. "Your father gave me this necklace for our first anniversary." 18 said.

"I'll never stop fighting Marron and you know that."

Marron sighed. "I know, I'm sorry guys, I'm just a bit annoyed that's all."

Marron scrutinised herself in the mirror. Five foot three, a very small body frame, with a pert chest, flat stomach and shapely legs. Marron turned round, admiring her high, peachy butt, courtesy of three-hundred-dollar-an-hour Pilates sessions. She was looking hot, even for her. Her brow furrowed crossly as she thought of it all going to waste. She sighed annoyingly. "I wish our capsule car wasn't broke, otherwise I'd be at the beach now! I don't get why we couldn't buy another one, we have so much money."

"Hun, yes that may be true we have enough money and could of course afford a house somewhere in the city but we didn't want that for you, we didn't want you to become like all the other rich snobs. A bit too late though since you've already turned out like that." 18 said and started laughing.

"Marron, me or your mother could just fly you there if that'll make you happy." Krillen said to his daughter.

"You know I'm afraid of heights!"

"Yet you would fly a capsule car?" 18 said.

"That's different!"

18 sighed then walks into the kitchen. "Whatever you say Marron."

Someone knocked on the door. "Go and get that will you, sweetheart?" Krillen said to his daughter.

Sighing again, Marron made her way to the front door and looked through the peephole. Danny, the young mail boy, was standing outside, smoothing down his hair. Marron pulled the door open and leant on the door frame, giving him the full benefit of her hot pink dress. The young man's eyes widened. He had a monster crush on her. She looked down at the shiny black envelope in his hand.

"That for me?"

"Yes it is miss, I was wondering if-"

But Marron has already snatched the envelope out of his hand and shut the door in his face. The she went into the kitchen to show it to her mother.

"It's heavy, it must be a big invite." said 18 approvingly, handing the envelope back to her daughter.

Marron opened the letter quickly and threw it on the floor. Marron had only got three lines down before she started squealing.

"Oh my God! Bulma Briefs! She's invited me to her birthday party!" Her eyes widened. "And it's in her gigantic house as well! Oh my God, Bulma Briefs!" She clutched the invitation to her chest. "I bet I get flown over in her private jet."

Marron couldn't believe it.

Bulma Briefs?

She is a billionaire, who owned capsule corp.

"The party is at her house." Marron breathed excitedly, her eyes darting back and fourth across the invitation.

"How old is she going to be?" 18 asked picking up the invitation and looking through it.

"Mother! Nobody ever tells you their real age, especially women!"

18 rolls her eyes then passes the invitation back to her daughter. "You're not going."

Marron looked at her mom in disbelief. "Excuse me, yes, I am."

"No you're not! You're too young."

"I'm nineteen. I can do what I like."

"Like getting a job?"

"It's not my fault I got fired at that place! Besides me and the food market are… like so totally don't equal."

18 sighs. "It was only a part time job while you were studying at university. I can't believe you didn't go."

"I didn't want to study it's so boring." Marron pouted.

"Marron you're a really smart girl, stop trying to act dumb!"

"I am not!"

"Marron!" 18 stood up. "I've got another one of my headaches coming. I need to go lie down." She shot her daughter a look. "You're not going and that's final!"

"You just don't want me to go off and have fun," Marron shouted after her. "I bet daddy would let me go!"

18's bedroom door slammed. Marron rolled her eyes then turned back to the invitation. This was her ticket out of Boreville - wait until Miyako and Ali heard about it!

It was going to be the best summer ever!


The doorbell of the dusty little shop tinkled. Pan Son looked up from behind the counter, where she had been gently strumming on one of the guitars.

"Hey how's it going?"

It was Ubb, back from his lunch break. He was the young friendly-faced owner of the music shop where Pan worked part-time. Unlike other places she worked, Ubb didn't mind if she practised when the shop wasn't busy. Even though he was quite young to own a shop, at least in his 20's, he was good at managing the place. And he always encouraged Pan to play her guitar and always had time to help her or listen.

Pan gave a rueful smile "Oh, you know."

Ubb grinned. "Don't worry, practise makes perfect."

"I just can't get it right," she sighed. "I don't know why the words come easily, but the tune won't."

"It'll come, don't worry" he assured her. "Even the most successful artists struggle with one or the other."

Pan laughed. "Yeah I guess your right."

"That's the spirit." He eyed her over the counter. "Why don't you knock off? It's really quiet today."

"Are you sure? I really don't mind staying."

"Nah, it's cool." her boss's eyes twinkled. "Go home and start practising."


Five minutes later, Pan was taking her usual route home through the twisty streets of west city. It was an hour walk, or a fifteen minute fly but she preferred to walk for a bit. Her life was so hectic, what with college and work, it felt like the only time she could think. As she pounded the pavement, Pan noticed a hole beginning to appear in one of her Converse trainers. It was the last thing she needed. All her wages from her job went on supporting herself through her art degree in college. Her parents offered to help but Pan wanted to do this herself in the real world.

A white van drove past and the driver honked his horn.

"All right, sexy!"

Pan blushed beetroot and pulled her jacket round her. At

Five foot six, with coal yet warm black eyes, and a petite figure, there was no doubt she was a natural beauty. Not that Pan ever thought. Her shoulder length, black hair seemed to have a mind of its own and her double-D breasts were a source if constant embarrassment to her. Instead of flaunting them in tight tops, Pan covered her assets in baggy T-shirts and oversized checked shirts.

She put her head down and hurried home, away from beeping drivers and sleazy comments. Five minutes later she reached an alley, she looked left and right to see if anyone was there and saw nobody there so she took off into the sky. Another five minutes later she was by a mountain and saw two houses. One that was her grandparents house and the other her parents house. She got down to the ground and walked towards the front door and opened it. The smell of herbs and spiced greeted her. "Hey I'm home!" she called out, as she took her jacket off and hung it on one of the hooks in the narrow corridor.

"In here, darling!"

Pan walked into the cluttered, cosy kitchen.

An older woman, with the same tumbling hair as hers but tinged with grey, stood stirring a big pot on the Aga

"That smells good." Pan said, as she came over to kiss her mother on the cheek." She caught a whiff of patchouli oil, her mother's signature sent.

"Lentil curry. I thought I'd make up big batch since there are two saiyans in this family, you and you're father." Videl Son laughed. "You're home early."

"Ubb let me go early. Where's papa?"

"In his study room, tell him dinner will be ready soon."

"Okay." Pan went out of the kitchen and upstairs into the study room where her father was. "Hello papa." Pan greeted her father and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

Gohan Son gave his daughter a warm smile. "Hey Panny, how was work?"

"It was okay, Ubb let me go early. Mama said dinner will be ready soon."

"Okay I'll be down soon."

Pan left the study room and went back downstairs into the kitchen again.

"There's a letter here for you." Videl said, turning back to stir the pot. "It looks very posh."

Pan picked up the shiny black envelope from the kitchen counter. It had an address badge on the front, with her name printed in swirling black letters. It was probably a promotion from capsule corp Pan could never afford. Carefully, she opened the envelope and pulled out a stiff piece of black card, covered in gold writing.

"You are cordially invited to a birthday party of Bulma Briefs." she read out.

There was a loud 'plop' as her mother dropped the wooden spoon in the curry. Her father came running in the kitchen.

"Bulma Briefs?" Pan repeated , confused. "She's like the worlds richest person on earth, isn't she?"

Gohan and Videl kept quiet. In disbelief, Pan carried on reading. "It's being held at her house." She looked up. "This has to be some kind of mistake! She's obviously got the wrong person."

Her dad hesitated. "Well, maybe not. We use to know Bulma Briefs."

Pan's eyes widened. "You're joking!"

Videl nodded. "We were all close."

"How come you all aren't anymore?"

"Time changes, we just moved on our own lives." Gohan said.

"Why has she invited me though? She should be inviting you two, I have never met her before in my life."

"That is were you are wrong Pan. You have met her before but that was a long time ago when you were only five years old so you probably forgot all about her and the rest." Videl said.

"Of course I forgot, that was like thirteen years ago! And what do you mean by the rest?"

"Well there was her husband for a start and her two children, then there was Krillen and 18 and little Marron." Gohan told her daughter.

"Never heard of them. But seriously though you two were friends with Bulma Briefs? She's a billionaire!" She just couldn't get her head round it.

"Your grandparents were friends with her as well." Gohan said. "Bulma's a very nice woman. I've known her since I was a little boy."

Pan shook her head. She was having a hard time taking all this in and then something else fell out of the envelope. "What's this, a plane ticket?" She gave a gasp. "It's got my name on it! First Class."

"Oh my goodness." said Videl. She came over to have a look. "We did say she's very nice."

Pan shook her head. "I don't get it, mom. Why she's done this?"

"To be honest with you I have no clue, we have not heard from her for years."

"A First Class though, I could always just fly there."

"It might upset Bulma though, we know what she is like." Gohan said.

Pan sighed. "So what is she like?"

"She is a very nice person, loves to party, always thinks she's younger than she is." Gohan said smiling to his daughter. "Why don't you think of this as a nice holiday? After all you're going to be staying in the biggest house ever and the chance to meet the worlds richest person on earth. It could be fun."

The first flush of excitement crept across Pan's face. "You don't mind?"

Gohan smiled. "Of course I don't! I think it sounds fantastic. Just as long as we have the house phone number and you call us regularly."

Pan blew out a big breath. "Bulma Briefs. Wow! I'll need a bit of time to think through it though." Pan shook her head in wonder. "This could be my big break!" She grinned and bounded out the kitchen.

As soon as their daughter was out of sight they looked at each other.

"What does this mean Gohan?" Videl asked her husband.

"I'm not quite sure Videl, but I'd have to tell my mother and father that Bulma has contacted us again."

"Well she contacted Pan, sort of since she invited Pan. You know Gohan I think this has something to do with her son."

"You mean Trunks? But what do you mean Videl?"

"Trunks is twenty-one years old, I think Bulma wants him to get married."

Gohan nearly choked. "M-Married? You mean Pan and Trunks getting married?"

"Yes that's exactly what I mean."

"But Pan is only eighteen though."

"It was only a thought." Videl said and continued to do the curry.

Gohan sighed and picked up the newspaper and started reading it.


Author Note: So what did you think? Mistakes? Thanks for reading and please review.