That very night, at a grand estate in New Orleans, the richest man in New Orleans, who is for some reason in this story none-other than Genjyo Sanzo, was throwing a massive party to welcome Son Goku to New Orleans all the way from Shangri La. Disregarding the fact that Sanzo himself had just woken up in New Orleans this morning and much to his chagrin found that he was Lirin's father until the story ended. However, his rage subsided when he found out he was rich, but it came right back when he discovered this made him the most prominent man in town, the one everyone went to for things and had to do ridiculous publicity events like being the 'King of Mardi Gras'. Being the wealthiest man in New Orleans was not unlike being a Sanzo priest.

"Daddy! Daddy! Daddy! When will Prince Goku be arriving!?" Lirin ran full force, pitching herself into Sanzo's arms and incessantly assaulting his ears with babble about how she wanted a feast for his arrival because she'd heard from Kougaiji that the way to a man's heart was through his stomach.

Sanzo took a deep breath, remembered his karma, and said: "Well, in the case of Goku, you're probably right; the way to his heart IS through his stomach…so… I guess we'll get Kougaiji, who is inexplicably an amazing cook now, to make meat buns for our grand masquerade ball. Anything else stupid and unreasonable I can get for you, precious?" Sanzo nearly choked out the last sentence. But it was karma, probably, that landed him this stupid role and making it worse wasn't going to help. He had to keep his temper and then it would all be over sooner.

So with that, their household began preparations for the party, while down in a less wealthy part of town, Kougaiji was just getting out of work. It was a hard life being a waiter in New Orleans in the 20's and being a dark-skinned youkai. I mean, being human and black in the 20's was hard enough, but pointy ears and claws as well? You might as well paint a target on your back. But, this is a Disney story, so our hero does not need to worry about the realities of racial intolerance, instead it just becomes a mild deterrent from his lifelong dream since he woke up as a waiter in New Orleans this morning of owning a restaurant called 'Kougaiji's Place'. Without being any the wiser that his race would come back to bite him in the ass later that night, Kougaiji had finally gotten the money for a down-payment on an old sugar mill he planned to convert into Kougaiji's Place, realizing the dream that had apparently been his father's as well. Wasn't 'owner of a restaurant' a step down from 'most feared youkai king in Shangri-La?'. At any rate, he walked into the old place to find his mother, Rasetsunyo, who never appears in any fanfics because she's suffering from Han Solo disease (being encased in carbonite or whatever and all), waiting for him there in a quintessential old lady in the twenties, New Orleans outfit, smiling at her son.

"You know, Kougaiji, even though this restaurant is, apparently, what your father always wanted, he had what he needed." Rasetsunyo smiled.

"An endless supply of human flesh to feed on?" Kougaiji asked, raising an eyebrow.

"No, a family who loved him." Rasetsunyo said, stroking Kougaiji's face gently.

"But mom, I want to be a success! I can't wait forever for some prince! I want to be self-sufficient….like most Disney princesses, I want more!" Kougaiji exclaimed as he set about cleaning the forsaken old mill. Rasetsunyo smiled and shook her head, but she helped her son in his cleaning.

"Oh! Look at the time! I have to go to Lirin's party! The realtors will be there and I need to deliver my payment!" Kougaiji gasped, hugging and kissing his mother goodbye and running off towards the wealthy district, changing into a costume as he ran, hopping on the street car.

At the party, Lirin came down the stairs, worried to the point of tears in a big, poufy pink princess dress and tiara. "W…w…w…why i…i…isn't p…p…prince G…G…Goku h…h…h…h…here yet!?" She bawled.

Kougaiji patted her back sympathetically, comforting her. "Lirin, he's probably just fashionably late, you know how princes are." He smiled at her as he set out his supply of home made meat buns. Suddenly, trumpets sounded and out of a limo stepped Goku in all his splendor dressed in a princely regalia and grinning shiningly at Lirin, who squealed and rushed to his side. "And she was worried." Kougaiji laughed, shaking his head and grinning happily as Lirin danced with Goku.

"Evening, Kougaiji!" A voice called out from the back end of a horse costume.

"Oh! Good evening, Mr….I never did get your name…Should I just call you Mr. Hakkai Impersonator?" Kougaiji asked.

"Yes, and with me is Mr. Sanzo Impersonator. We have some bad news for you."

"Wh…what is it?" Kougaiji asked, frowning.

"Because you're black and a youkai…I mean…because you've been outbid, we can't sell you the sugar mill for your restaurant." Mr. Sanzo Impersonator replied in a falsely sympathetic voice. "Maybe you should be happy where you are, I mean, really you're lucky anyone hired you here in the south in the twenties."

"You know, the terms 'lawsuit' and 'sue-your-ass-for-pain-and-suffering' and 'ACLU' come to mind." Kougaiji remarked.

"Um…Look! A human baby!" Hakkai Impersonator shouted. Kougaiji was not amused and didn't look, so the two impersonators shoved him into his table of meat buns, causing him to ruin his costume. Lirin ran over to him to help.

"Oh, you poor thing! Come on; let's get you a nice new costume from my closet." Lirin led Kougaiji up to her room and dressed him like a princess in a pretty blue gown and a silver tiara. "Oh, Kougaiji! I wished upon a star and my dream came true! Prince Goku is here dancing with me! Oh! I wonder if he'll propose marriage! Then I'd be a real princess instead of just The Princess of Mardi Gras!" Lirin giggled. "That's all you have to do, wish upon a star and your dreams come true! Well! Gotta go back downstairs before he wonders what's happened to me!" Lirin adjusted the bodice of her dress and ran downstairs, leaving Kougaiji to his thoughts.

Kougaiji walked out onto the balcony and looked up at the evening star. "This is stupid, but…I'm desperate….Please, please, please!" He begged the star for his restaurant.

"Hey, ya got any food?" A voice came from nearby.

"Huh!?" Kougaiji looked around, startled, then he saw a little green frog with yellow eyes and a gold coronet sitting near him. "Oh…I suppose you want a kiss." He sighed.

"Actually, I asked for a meat bun." The frog repeated itself, causing Kougaiji to freak out and try to squish it with a book. "Hey! Wait! I am Prince Goku of Shangri La! I was transformed into frog somehow, but it's me!"

"You're the prince?" Kougaiji asked. The frog nodded. "But then who's dancing with Lirin!?"

"I don't know! One minute I'm getting my cards read by some guy in a top hat, the next I'm green and hopping around!" Goku complained. Then he saw the title of the book Kougaiji hit him with. "Hey! The Frog Prince! I know this one! If a princess kisses a frog, he turns back into a prince! You're a princess, kiss me!"

"No!" Kougaiji looked revolted.

"Look, there must be something you want, I'm a wealthy prince, I can give you anything you ask for if you'll just kiss me!" Goku pleaded.

"Fine…Just one kiss…." Kougaiji agreed, thinking Goku could get him his restaurant if he did him this one small favor.

"Alright…so…." Goku puckered up his lips and stretched towards Kougaiji, who closed his eyes tightly, puckered up, bit the bullet and kissed Goku. In a flash of bright light, everything was obscured for a moment and then, Goku gasped when he saw Kougaiji's clothes crumpled on the floor.

"What happened? You're still a frog and how did I get all the way down here?" Kougaiji asked, holding his hands out in front of him and screaming when he saw green webbed feet in his face instead of smooth mahogany fingers.

"Oops…" Goku chuckled sheepishly as Kougaiji advanced on him angrily.