Goku waivered on his feet as soon as they appeared, the affects of Leelee's spell hitting him full force like he'd never felt before. He looked to where she sat on the couch, her knees drawn up to her chest, looking absolutely terrified. He couldn't explain it, he couldn't help himself. He wanted nothing more than to go to her, shower her with gifts and affection, to mate with her over and over again. He shook his head, trying to clear his mind, to grasp onto some sense of sanity. He already had a mate. He had Chichi, he shouldn't be thinking these things about Leelee. "I gotta get out of the house," he said desperately. "Come on, Tien." He forced his legs to move, but instead of walking towards the door, he headed for Leelee as if drawn by some unseen force.

Tien instinctively shoved Sabriena back against the wall, shielding her with his body. Goku hadn't even seemed to notice what was going on around him. Vegeta was there, fighting with Gohan and Seventeen, the three of them paying no mind to the fact that they were inside someone's house. "Goku, stop," Tien ordered, grabbing Goku's wrist, his mind working a million miles a minute. Where were the women? He hoped they hadn't been hurt somehow. He could feel Trunks' and Piccolo's energies outside, but they seemed calm, like they were unaffected by what was happening inside. He was going to have to get all of the men out of the house and hope that Arthusia could undo whatever Leelee had done.

Goku growled at Tien, a feral, wild sound and pulled back, trying to free his wrist. He had a crazed look in his eyes that shook Tien. This was not going to end well. "Goku, come on!" Tien barked. "You can't do this! Think of your wife! Think of Chichi!"

"Don't tell him that!" Sabriena hissed. "You'll only encourage him more!"

Tien narrowed his eyes at her over his shoulder. "Go to the kitchen," he ordered. "See where the other girls are."

She drew a long breath through her nose, pressing her lips together like she wanted to argue, but decided against it. "Fine, Mr. Shinhan," she snapped in the tone she used whenever she thought he was being too teacher-ish.

Tien tightened his grip on Goku's wrist, ignoring Sabriena's quip, and tried to pull him towards the door. "Move! Now!" he shouted.

Goku was like a caged animal, almost snarling as he tried to free himself. Tien hated to do it, but he didn't have a choice. He drew his arm back and punched Goku in the jaw, trying to knock a bit of sense into him. "Now come on!"

Goku blinked in shock and struggled more against Tien's grip, but nodded his head frantically as if part of him was begging his friend to pull him from the room. Trying to keep his mate in his mind, his hand went to the mating mark on his neck, covering it, seeking comfort, but he ended up wincing all the same as Tien hauled him outside. He collapsed on the porch the second the door closed and gasped for air as he was suddenly able to think straight again. "Thanks, man," he said to Tien. "That was weird. It's like I forgot who I was the second I saw her and all I wanted was to be with her." He shook his head again, not even daring to look back at the house.

"It's all right, Goku," Tien assured his friend. "This magick stuff is more powerful than any of us realized." He looked at Trunks and Piccolo. "How did you two end up out here?"

Trunks hung his head as he sat in the grass at the foot of the stairs. "I recognized the spell," he answered. "Or, well, at least the way it made me feel. That's how I felt with Mohini…" he trailed off.

"Trunks walked into the house before I did," Piccolo answered, picking up where Trunks left off. "He had the sense to back up and pushed me out here, but it was too late for Vegeta." He looked at Goku, "Don't worry about it. In the instant I saw her, I felt it too. I'd be in there fighting for her as well if Trunks hadn't stopped me." Piccolo didn't continue, but he was grateful to Trunks. His memory traveled back to the photos Jenny had given him as a surprise. Before they fought the dragons, when she came here for a girls' night and they had all posed for pictures for their men, Jenny and Leelee had posed together for some rather provocative photos in skimpy lingerie. Piccolo would never admit that those photos had flashed to the forefront of his mind the instant he saw his wife's friend.

"I've got to get them out of there," Tien said, looking at the door again as a huge crash resounded from inside the house.

"Tien, you can't!" Trunks protested. "You'll be affected just like we were!"

"I don't think so," he answered honestly. "I was just in there and I didn't feel anything. I think I can handle it. Besides, if we don't get them out of the house, the girls will never be able to undo whatever spell it is that Leelee's done."

"Tien, be careful," Goku said, frowning that he was unable to help. All he'd done was make an even bigger mess of things.

Tien gave a nod and squared his shoulders before he marched back into the house. Luckily the Saiyans hadn't powered up yet and they had their arms locked on each other's shoulders, trying to force the other into submission as Seventeen stood possessively before Leelee.

"Out! All three of you get out of the house! You can either go of your own accord, or I'll make you. It's your call," Tien announced, prepared to defend himself if any of them should attack.

Whether it was curiosity or pure stupidity, Tien would never know, but he looked pointedly at Leelee, testing himself to see if he, too, would fall victim to the spell. He nearly sighed in relief when he felt nothing. But why were the other men so affected when he was not? Poor Leelee looks so frightened, tears streaming from her dark eyes. She glanced at the door to the kitchen and Tien followed her gaze, seeing Grandma Arthusia standing there, looking stern. He nearly balked at the stare she fixed Leelee with.

Seventeen snarled at Tien. "Yeah, right. As if I'm going to let Leelee out of my sight! You can't have her either! Now get these goddamn Saiyans away from my woman!"

Tien looked at Leelee one last time, but he still didn't feel any different than normal. Maybe he should work quickly before the spell had a chance to get a hold on him. He grabbed both Saiyans by their arms, trying to pry them apart. "Hey!" he growled. "Let's take it outside." He spun around, dragging them along, both men nearly falling over as they continued to struggle against one another, putting himself between them and Leelee.

Gohan blinked as Tien moved and blocked Leelee from his sight. the draw he felt to Leelee lessened a bit, although the pull was still strong. Vegeta blinked too, his mind clear for just a moment. What was he doing fighting with Kakarot's son for a potential mate? He already had a mate - Gohan already had a mate as well. What were they doing?! And in an instant the moment of clarity was gone, the need to have her was pulling at him again and he tried to grab Gohan again.

Tien used the momentary distraction and shoved them towards the door. He nearly cursed when he realized it was shut again and he swept Gohan's legs out from under him, dropping his grip on the younger man, and wrenched the door open before he grabbed Gohan by the shirt collar and literally threw him out onto the porch. "You too, Vegeta," he growled, locking his arms under the Saiyan's shoulders and drug him outside before he slammed the door behind him.

He angrily spun around, glaring at them. "What the hell is wrong with both of you?! You both have wives! What were you thinking?!"

Gohan sat up, grabbing his hair, his mind spinning as the affect of the spell broke. "Oh gods, what have I done?" he muttered to himself. He hadn't meant for this to happen. He'd spent most of the day preparing for the arrival of his child, worrying over Lindsey, and the second Leelee showed up, it was like he had forgotten all of it. And now his wife was still inside, having contractions, and she had to deal with whatever it was that Leelee had done. "Lindsey's going to kill me," he whined.

"The hell's going on around here?" Vegeta demanded, looking furious. It was bad enough he'd been drawn to Leelee at Sabriena's birthday party, but this today was ridiculous. "Kakarot, why didn't you warn us that we'd be affected by this spell? You were still here just before we arrived. You couldn't have stuck around to warn us?!"

Goku shrugged his shoulders, feeling lousy. "I wasn't thinking about it at the time. All I knew was Seventeen and Gohan were getting ready to rip each other apart and Gramma said we needed Sabriena to help break the spell. I'm sorry, Vegeta." He looked sheepish as he ducked his head, barely daring to look up at the other Saiyan.

"Ridiculous," Vegeta spat and turned away.

Tien drew a deep breath and looked at the house once more. "Wait out here. I'm going back in to get Seventeen."

Goku's eyes went wide as the realization struck him. "Tien! Why aren't you being affected? What happens if the spell gets to you? We won't be able to get you out of there!"

A smile pulled at Tien's lips, thinking he already knew the answer. "I've got a better chance than you do," he said and marched back into the house. Tien couldn't say that his bond to Sabriena was stronger than the love any of the other men felt for their wives and girlfriends, but perhaps it was because his was so new that he couldn't see any other woman as attractive in that moment. His mind was so consumed with Sabriena, with her admittance of love for him, that there was no way Leelee's spell was going to affect him.

Seventeen had sat back down on the couch, his arm around Leelee, trying to wipe the tears from her eyes, gently brushing her braids out of her face as she shied away from him.

"Seventeen," Tien said loudly. "Get out."

"NO!" Seventeen shouted, jumping to his feet to stand protectively in front of Leelee again. He balled his hands into fists, a fierce gleam in his eyes.

"Seventeen, please!" Leelee bawled. "This isn't you! It's that stupid spell I cast! Please, just go!"

He spun around, leaning over her, his hands on the back of the couch as he lowered his face close to hers. "I'm never leaving your side again," he breathed, his voice one of pure adoration. "I love you, Leelee. I want to spend my every waking moment next to you."

Leelee looked even more terrified. What should've sounded sweet and romantic only came across as possessive and obsessed. "Tien, please," she whispered. "Please get him out of here so I can do something to fix this!"

Tien ground his teeth together, watching the interaction between the two. Seventeen was going to end up hurting Leelee if this didn't stop. With the android's back to him, Tien pounced, grabbing Seventeen's forearm and tried to pull him away from the frightened girl. "Can't you see you're making things worse like this? You're not in your right mind, Seventeen! Now come on so they can fix this!" He growled in frustration when Seventeen didn't budge. "You can't do this! Look at her! Can't you see how afraid she is? She's scared of you! Let's just go outside for some fresh air. C'mon."

"I'm not letting her out of my sight!" he roared, turning and swinging on Tien, his fist connecting with the big man's eye. He tackled Tien, both of them falling through the coffee table and Seventeen slugged Tien's left eye again.

"Seventeen, stop it!" Leelee screamed as Tien threw an arm up to block another blow from the android. Seventeen was relentless, paying no mind to her as he tried to hit Tien again.

Tien drew a knee up and managed to flip Seventeen over his head and jumped to his feet. He spun on the spot, dropping into a defensive stance, ready to grab Seventeen and drag him outside at the first opportunity. He hardly noticed the throbbing in his cheekbone. He scowled as Seventeen got up and swung again, but Tien ducked, throwing his own punch back. It was hard to fight inside a house and remember to keep his energy level low so that he wouldn't destroy everything around him. He caught Seventeen's fist in his hand and threw him down to the floor, pressing a knee to his back as he grabbed his other wrist and wrenched his arms behind his back.

"Get off me!" Seventeen bellowed, but Tien's strength and weight were too much for him. He spat curse words, screaming for Leelee, fighting tooth and nail to get away from Tien as the taller man bound his wrists together with bindings made of pure energy and dragged him out of the house.

They both collapsed in the yard and Tien finally let Seventeen go, shoving him harshly away with his arms still bound behind his back. He forced himself to sit up, heaving a sigh, and went to undo the binds, but Seventeen spat at him and screamed to be released.

"I don't get it," Tien said, tipping his head to the side, staring at Seventeen. "You're outside. The spell should have lost its hold." He looked over his shoulder at the front door where Sabriena stood. She shook her head as she looked at the android, then closed the door as Grandma called for her.

Tien looked back at Seventeen. "C'mon, buddy, it's gonna be okay," he said softly. "Calm down. Leelee's fine, no one's going to hurt her."

"You don't understand!" Seventeen sobbed uncontrollably. "I HAVE to be near her. I don't know what's going to happen, but I know something awful is going to happen if I leave her side. Please. Please! Let me go! LEELEE!"

"He's still out of his mind," Piccolo breathed, uncrossing his arms and staring in horror at the young man who twisted and writhed on the grass.

"Why didn't the spell break?" Goku asked in a concerned tone, getting to his feet. He didn't like seeing Seventeen like this and he began to worry that if the spell was working outside of the house, that maybe they weren't as safe as he thought they were.

"I'd say it's pretty obvious what happened," Vegeta said, crossing his arms. "She must've meant to cast the spell on him, but it went haywire and affected us all when we got near her. I don't think the rest of us are in danger now and if that old woman can undo whatever spell was cast, he should return to normal."

Goku looked back at the house, worriedly biting the inside of his cheek. "I hope you're right, Vegeta."

Sabriena heaved a sigh of relief as she went into the kitchen where the girls were. No one was making a sound, save for Leelee's sniffling and Lindsey's occasional hiss of pain, which she tried to hide as another contraction hit her.

Grandma was standing in the middle of the room, looking extremely cross as Leelee sat in the middle of the floor, crying. "I know you stole a spell from my book," she stated. "Which one was it?"

Leelee looked sheepish as she fished in her back pocket and handed over the page she'd torn from the book. "I'm so sorry," she whispered. "I was so desperate to feel good about myself again, I wasn't thinking."

Grandma snatched the piece of paper from Leelee's hand and unfolded it. "Of all the simple, stupid spells to go wrong," she snorted. She looked at Leelee and asked with a laugh, "You haven't figured out how to undo the spell?"

Leelee looked even more distressed at the old woman's laughter. She shook her head, fresh tears pouring down her cheeks. She felt horrible. She never meant for any of this to happen.

"What spell is it, Gramma?" Sabriena asked.

"The Garnet Dress," Grandma answered. She looked around the room expectantly, but no one spoke. "None of you can figure it out? All she did was imagine herself putting on a dress." She started to look angry. "NONE of you can figure out how to undo this?! I thought I taught you girls better!"

Jenny blinked at Grandma, the idea coming to her, but she didn't believe it. "But, that's way too easy!" she protested. She cringed at the look Grandma gave her and sighed, turning to Leelee, "Just imagine yourself taking the dress off." She slapped a hand to her own face, her cheeks burning with embarrassment.

Leelee felt like an idiot. "Oh my god," she muttered. "I never took it off."

Bulma looked disbelieving. "How can it be that easy? This spell seems really strong! I've never seen any of those guys act like this before, especially Vegeta. And if it's such a simple solution, then why risk dragging all of us out here in the first place?" she demanded, shifting Paige in her arms. The little Namek was watching Leelee with interest, squirming in Bulma's arms.

Grandma opened her spell book and flipped to the torn remnants of the page. She smoothed the paper out and laid it back where it belonged, a satisfied smirk playing across her lips as the paper mended itself. "It would have been that easy, if she'd taken it off within the first day or two. But this has been going on since Beltane, hasn't it?"

Leelee frowned and nodded, looking down at the floor.

"She's been spiritually wearing that thing for nearly three months now," Grandma said. "It's gotten a hold of her, just like it got a hold of him. This is why love spells are so dangerous. Even if you know what you're doing, things can go horribly wrong, even if you don't mean for them to."

Bulma was irritated. Grandma hadn't exactly answered her question. Couldn't she have just told Leelee this without bringing the rest of them into it? Now the men were outside feeling like fools and Chichi was standing in the corner of the kitchen looking murderous. Bulma cringed inwardly and wondered how long Chichi would be able to hold her tongue.

"Go on, then," Grandma encouraged. "The rest of you girls be quiet and give her a moment."

Leelee sat cross-legged on the floor and closed her eyes, trying to calm herself. She could see herself standing in front of a full length mirror again, wearing that beautiful gown, her skin whole and unblemished. She sighed and hooked her thumbs into the straps of the dress to lift it over her head, but froze as her reflection started to change. The scars reappeared on her body, looking worse than they ever had before. She gasped and let go of the dress, her skin smoothing again as it fell back into place. She stared into the mirror, tears starting to slide down her cheeks as she stared at the woman she once was. She grabbed the dress once more, but couldn't bring herself to pull it off.

"I can't!" Leelee sobbed as her eyes flew open. "I can't take it off. I hate the way I am now! This dress is the only thing that makes me feel like me again." She covered her face with her hands and bawled into them, hating herself. "It's the only thing beautiful about me now."

Eighteen frowned and went to Leelee, kneeling next to her. "That's not true, Leelee," she said in a firm tone. She grabbed Leelee's wrists and pulled her hands away from her face. "You are beautiful. You can do this. We're supposed to go to fashion week in New York, remember? We can't do that if Seventeen won't let you out of his sight. You're only hurting yourself and him. You're so much fun and you're the only one I want to go with." She played with the gaudy ring on Leelee's finger. "You promised."

Leelee's lip trembled as Jenny came over to her and sat on her knees next to her as well. "Leelee, your scars don't define you," she said in a soft tone. "There's so much more to you than that. You're so talented, no one can sing like you do. No amount of scars can take that away from you."

Leelee gave a little nod, holding onto Eighteen's and Jenny's hands. She was starting to feel a little better, a little more confident. They were right, after all.

Catie caught on and plopped down with the other girls on the floor. "You're a kick-ass fighter, too," she added. "Remember when you beat that bitch Hybris by tangling her up in her own hair?" She laughed at the memory. "She was raging mad."

Leelee gave a watery little giggle. "Yeah."

Lindsey grabbed onto Catie's shoulder and carefully lowered herself to the floor. "I'm never getting back up now," she muttered to herself. She placed a hand on her stomach and smiled at Leelee. "Your magick is so powerful, Leelee. You helped me give my husband the one thing he wanted the most when I couldn't do it alone. If you hadn't cast that spell for me, we might not be starting our family right now. If you can do that, you can take that dress off. I know you can."

Bulma frowned and looked sad, going over to Leelee, dropping down and wrapping her arms around the girl's shoulder's. "You are so pretty; every one can see this."

Sabriena crouched in front of Leelee in her dirty jeans, her hair left loose, no makeup on her face. "Real beauty comes from within," she said, her hazel eyes boring into Leelee's dark ones. "Our clothes, our hair, our makeup, our shoes… None of that matters, Leelee. At the end of the day, when you take all that off and there's nothing hiding you from the world anymore, all that matters is the person you are. Not what you look like. That's real beauty. He can't love you if you don't love yourself, baby."

Leelee swallowed hard, Sabriena's words jarring her. She'd never heard her speak so passionately, so genuinely. She gave a nod and closed her eyes, taking strength from the love and acceptance she felt from her friends. She looked into the mirror again in her mind, frowning at the dress. She steeled her nerve and ripped it away, flinging it from her. She stared at her naked reflection, her eyes roaming over the scars on her body. Talented. Magickal. Strong. Fun. Beautiful. The words of her friends echoed in her mind as she stared at herself and she suddenly felt all the self-hatred melting away. This was what she looked like now, but it wasn't who she was. It didn't define her. She could accept it and love herself again for the person she was on the inside. And hopefully Seventeen would still love her, too.

Leelee opened her eyes, happy tears flooding down her cheeks now and she gave a laugh as the weight of the dress disappeared. "Thank you," she smiled. "All of you." She hugged each of her friends tightly, throwing her arms around Sabriena last.

"Ah, cut the mushy shit," Sabriena laughed and pulled back. She met Leelee's eyes once more. "I knew you could do it."

Grandma beamed at them. "That's why I needed all of you here." She closed her book and stood up straighter. "Now," she said, suddenly very business like. "We need to get those men back in here and let them know it wasn't their fault. They all feel awfully guilty right now."

"As well they should!" Chichi snapped. "This is what happens when you mess with devil-worship and witchcraft! I can't believe those men! Acting like animals. Even Goku tried to get at her like she was some piece of meat!" She glared at Leelee, "I hope you're proud of yourself," she snapped and marched out onto the back porch, slamming the glass door behind her.

Grandma rolled her eyes. "Catie, be a dear and get Lindsey up off the floor," she smirked as her granddaughter threw her a frustrated look. "And Jenny, why don't you go let the men know they can come back inside?"

Seventeen stopped struggling and blinked, his pale blue eyes coming into focus again, the wild gleam in them gone. "What the fuck?" he muttered, feeling his wrists bound together behind his back. "Uh, guys? What's going on? Can you let me go?"

Tien eyed Seventeen warily, but the android seemed to have returned to normal. "Yeah, no problem," he said and cancelled the energy binding Seventeen's hands.

Seventeen groaned and covered his face as he rolled to lay on his back. He felt as if he'd just woken up from a terrible nightmare. "What the fuck just happened?" he moaned.

"Leelee cast some kind of spell that affected all of us," Trunks answered, looking rather sour. As if he and Catie hadn't had enough problems with this exact same thing in the past. "I thought I was coming over here to kick your ass and the next thing I know, I'm damn near drooling all over your girlfriend! I had to keep me and Piccolo out of the house."

Seventeen sighed and let his arms flop in the grass, feeling the tears stinging his eyes as he stared up at the summer sky. "Why would she do this?" he whispered.

Tien shook his head. "I don't know." He looked back to the house, seeing Jenny walking outside with Paige in her arms. "Seems they figured out how to put an end to it."

"Jenny," Piccolo gasped and hurried to her. "I didn't mean to-"

"I know," she interrupted. She looked around at them. "We know none of you meant it. Leelee didn't mean to affect you all, either. It was just a silly spell that got out of control. We don't blame any of you. Come back inside. It's safe now."

They fell into step behind Jenny, with Seventeen hanging back just a bit beside Tien. Seventeen didn't know what had happened, he couldn't remember anything the past few days, and he looked sheepishly at the bruise forming on Tien's cheekbone. "Did I do that?" he asked.

Tien shrugged. "No big deal," he answered. "You weren't yourself. I won't hold it against you."

Seventeen pressed his lips together and stared at his boots as he tromped up the porch steps, appreciating Tien's understanding.

Tien walked back into the house, looking down at Arthusia who stood by the door, "Is everything back to normal?"

"Normal? Not quite," Gramma answered with a laugh. "But it's safe for you boys to come back inside." She ushered them into the house, Gohan rushing to Lindsey's side, looking concerned, placing his hands on her belly, frowning in concern as he felt it contract again.

"Baby, I'm so sorry. I'm so, so sorry. I didn't mean for this to happen. Not today. Are you all right?" he asked in a worried tone.

"I'm okay," she whispered. "Are you?"

He gave a nod and leaned his forehead against hers, rubbing their noses together.

Lindsey sighed and looked at the broken piece of furniture in the middle of the room as the other men entered the house. "Why is it always the coffee table?" she asked mournfully.

Vegeta crossed his arms, his eyes going to Bulma as he entered the house. He gave her what he hoped was an apologetic smile and offered his hand to her. She took it and let him pull her into a tight embrace. No words were spoken between them, they didn't need to be, and he appreciated that. Bulma accepted his unspoken apology, knowing that it was just the magick altering his mind, not his own will that had driven him to act that way.

Paige was squirming even harder as Jenny handed her to Piccolo. "Stop," he soothed, rubbing his daughter's back comfortingly as he pulled Jenny into his arms and kissed the top of her head.

Seventeen rushed to Leelee's side, looking her over. "Why?" he asked. "Leelee, why would you do something like this?"

"I wanted you to love me again," she answered miserably.

"Love you again?" he asked in shock, his heart falling. "Baby, I never stopped loving you."

Her dark eyes met his cool ones. "You weren't acting the same. We weren't, you know…"

He felt as if she'd slapped him. "Leelee, I stopped trying because you pushed me away. I never, ever stopped loving you. I thought you wanted space. So I let you be. You were so sad, always locked in the bedroom, turning me down every time I tried to get you to hang out with me or spend time with me. You wouldn't let me hold you or kiss you or anything. I'm sorry, babe. If I'd known…"

Leelee cringed as she realized his words were true. It wasn't Seventeen who had stopped trying, it was her who had pushed him away. "Seventeen, I'm sorry!" she cried, leaning hard on his shoulder. "I'm not going to be like that anymore. I promise. Are you sure you still want to be with me, even though I look like this?" She motioned to the scars on her arm. She had been in such a rush to leave the apartment, she'd forgotten to put on one of her blouses and was wearing just a tank top and shorts, revealing to everyone the scars she'd tried so hard to cover up.

"I don't even see them," he answered and leaned in to kiss her. His kiss became more passionate, tilting his head, leaning harder against her.

"D'awwwww!" Trunks mocked, but cringed when Catie punched his shoulder. "What?!"

"Ass," she muttered.

Tien let himself fall into the big, squashy recliner with a sigh. Now that the adrenaline had worn off, he was feeling a bit sore. Sabriena hurried over to him, fussing about the bruise on his cheek, simultaneously praising his bravery and scolding him for playing the hero. He chuckled and swatted the air at her. "Get off me, girl."

"I will not," she stated firmly and sat herself on the arm of the chair, looking stubborn. She turned and cupped his cheek, looking at the bruise, her voice softer when she spoke. "Are you okay?"

Tien chuckled at her again. "I'm fine," he answered, unknowingly leaning into her touch when she reached out to cup his cheek. He looked into her eyes, passion there making his heart beating faster.

Leelee snuggled into Seventeen's arms, feeling horrible. All this time, all she had to do was accept herself for the way she was. She didn't need to cast that spell. Seventeen already loved her as it was. She buried her face in his chest as he wrapped his arms around her.

Gramma watched Paige with growing curiosity as the little Namek whined and kicked, demanding, "Wan' Leelee! Wan' Leelee!" She went limp, trying to slide from her father's grasp, and he growled, hauling her back up.

"Paige, stop," he scolded. "What's gotten into you?"

"NO!" Paige spat and kicked her little feet. "I wan' Leelee!"

Pursing her lips, Gramma marched over to Piccolo and grabbed his daughter right out of his hands and promptly plopped her down in Leelee's lap before Piccolo even had a chance to argue.

Leelee looked miserable. "What do you want, kiddo?" she asked softly. Paige screwed up her little face in concentration, a soft glow forming around her hands and she grabbed Leelee's scarred forearm. Leelee gasped out at the warm sensation that flooded through her and watched in amazement as the skin began to smooth and heal.

Seventeen stared in wide-eyed shock. "Uh, Jenny? What's your daughter doing?"

Jenny watched curiously as her daughter scrunched her face up in concentration as she moved her tiny hands all over Leelee's scars, they simply melted away as if they hadn't been there at all to begin with.

Paige smiled brightly when all of the scars were gone, save for a thin band that she left around the top of Leelee's bicep like a cuff. Paige pointed at it, her expression as stern as she could muster. "Leelee! Wemember!" she said in her tiny voice.

Leelee couldn't believe her eyes. She ran her hand over her arm, her shin, her neck... all of it was smooth and whole again. "Paige!" Leelee gasped and grabbed the little girl up, kissing her all over her face as tears began to slide from Leelee's eyes again.

Paige giggled and wriggled out of her grasp to hurry over to Piccolo. "Me do, daddy!" she said, pointing at Leelee who had wrapped her arms around Seventeen again, sobbing with relief and joy. "Momma, me do!"

Piccolo stared down in shock at his daughter for a moment before a proud smile split his face. "Good job, Paige. Wait until Dende hears about this."

Jenny scooped Paige up in her arms, praising her. "That's my girl! You get that from your mommy. Yes you do."

Gramma watched Gohan help Lindsey down the hall to the room they had set up for today and smiled to herself. She turned and gave Tien an approving look and a wink before she looked around at everyone. "Well, this has been an eventful afternoon! Why don't you all head on home? You all look like you could use some rest. Oh, but Goku dear, you might want to stay for a bit," Gramma said.

Goku grinned brightly at her and looked over her shoulder, wanting to say something encouraging to his son and daughter, but nothing came to mind so he just waved at Gohan before he went into the room. "Oh gosh," Goku sighed, rubbing at his face. His nerves were starting to get to him again.

Vegeta quickly grabbed Bulma's hand and led her outside where he scooped her up in his arms and flew towards Capsule Corp. Catie and Trunks said their goodbyes and quickly followed.

"You two are idiots," Eighteen remarked, standing with her hands on her hips as she stared at her brother and Leelee. "Let's get out of here. I think we've overstayed our welcome."

They nodded and got to their feet, Leelee walking timidly over to Grandma. "I'm so sorry I stole that spell from you," she said in a tiny voice.

Arthusia looked her up and down once before she asked, "Did you learn your lesson?"

Leelee nodded dramatically. "I will never, ever cast a spell again if I don't know how to handle it," she promised.

Grandma smiled. "Good." She pulled Leelee into a warm hug that nearly made Leelee fall to tears again. Grandma pulled back and cupped Leelee's face in her bony hands. "You have a lot of talent," she said. "Don't let this scare you away. Just be more cautious. And if you ever have a question, you can talk to me. I'm just a phone call away."

Leelee nodded and hugged the old woman once more. "Thank you, Gramma."

Grandma smiled and gently pushed her away. "Go on home now. And be good to that boy. He's a keeper."

Seventeen felt a tiny blush touch his cheeks and Eighteen rolled her eyes. "Yeah, just inflate his ego even more," she grumbled, and Grandma laughed. The three of them said goodbye and headed out, Eighteen still scolding the both of them for how stupid they'd been.

Goku smiled and looked around, suddenly realizing that he hadn't seen his wife in quite a while, when everyone else's significant others had rushed out to meet them. He looked at Jenny and Sabriena, the only ones who hadn't said their goodbyes yet, and asked, "Hey, where's Chichi?"

Author's Note: Yeahhhhhhh. See what happens when you guys leave reviews?