July 2, 2004

"Finishing the Race"
by: Pearl

A/N: Hey! I'm alive....yes I am!! Here's a whole new fic on what happens after "Ten Things". Enjoy!

Disclaimer: No own.......



Prologue:

It's always been my goal in life to have the ideal life...odd isn't it? Yep, I want that white-picket fence with the random weedless garden, the lovely home to take care of, the husband to bring home the money, the angelic children who barely made a mess in the house. Ah...what a life that would've been. But no, I get the weird alien friends, the save-the- world everyday routine, and the off-set prince who lives in my humble abode. Of course, that prince just isn't a live-in house mate anymore.

Gee, where to begin. Well, I guess it's fair to start at the beginning of what used to be our normal day.....


"ONNA! Where's my breakfast?!" In about four seconds he would waltz down the stairs, head held high, scoffing at all who would dare to show their face in his presence.

"Its almost ready, hold your horses...." My normal answer, by now just a mumble that I managed to let escape as I flip a pancake. He sits at his normal seat, gulping down the orange juice and reaching for the milk carton. I glare at him as I 'gently' place the dishes down on the table. Nothing unnerves him as dishes out item after item of food. "A thank you would be nice."

Nodding in my direction, he waves his hand. "You are dismissed...." There the fight begins.



Back to my present day world, there isn't so much screaming or tension.....ok, so maybe there is some screaming, but overall we're lighter around each other. There's less friction between us. One day, I guess its fair to say, we just, started to like each other. Then we got closer and closer till....well. Ya know.

We are legally married now, don't let anyone tell you different. I'm not letting him get away with that THAT easily. Though now I think he understands this "stupid Earthling custom" as he calls it. It gives him the right to yell at me without worrying that he would be out of a home....only a room (snicker). Haha....I shall always win! (clears throat) Anyway, I'm going to the doctor today. I've just got this icky kinda feeling that won't go away. Mom's making me go. Dad's worried. Vegeta's locked himself in the Gravity Room. Oh well, maybe it's the flu or something.....

A/N: That's about it for the prologue really. Should I continue? Do I need to revise something? Lemme know plz!!!

Ja Ne Pearl