The Malibu luxury beach house was designed by Waldo Fernandez, this home had breathtaking whitewater and coastline views from nearly every room. Six bedrooms and seven baths complete with a large chef's kitchen, opening to a massive outdoor entertaining deck with a fireplace that overlooked the ocean. Expansive master suite with dual baths and dual closets, private deck and a separate sitting room or office. The family room opened to an impressive infinity pool and spa that seemingly cascaded into the ocean, located one level above the sand. There was elevator service for each level, as well as a professional training gym, and theater room with movie seating.

"Fit for a king," Olivia Wilde smiled, turning to Prince.

"Hell yeah," Prince nodded in agreement. For the occasion, he'd dressed for success, wearing a tailor-made black pinstripe suit and black alligator-skinned boots.

Olivia Wilde exhaled. Her sleek face, piercing ocean blue eyes on the property. She wore jeans, boots and a designer jacket. "You see anything you don't like?"

Prince glanced at the sun, mightily hovering above the eternal ocean and a plume of clouds, "It's perfect."

"Thanks so much, baby girl," Snoop said,"I knew you'd hook my nephew up."

"No problem," Olivia blushed, "I mean, when Snoop called and said you were a fan of The OC it was a no-brainer to pick this place." The actress formerly known as Alex at the Bait Shop smiled.

"Sooooo," Sasha smirked, crossing her arms, "What makes you wanna live in Cali?" Turning to Prince.

"I think I can get into less trouble where I'm from," Prince quoted.

"You have no idea," Sasha smiled.

Olivia turned the scene over in her mind. Replaying the original at the sight of the two rebooting those lines.

Prince had decided to make California his home once this journey was finished. Warm weather, palm trees, bikini-clad women and the finest oriental cuisine in the country.

Snoop had been a gateway to finding this place with his Hollywood connection. Even with the amount of money Prince had, he wouldn't take any chnces at being swindled. Olivia's camp would be a liason, ensuring he'd find the best place for the same price that Tom Brady would.

Sasha was enjoying time with her cousin. The last few days before The Swords departed to Vermillion City. To Prince's disdain, she'd decided to tag-along. She too had dressed for the occasion. Her long burgundy hair pulled into a bun and a black suit. Crimson Viper. Prince had joked constantly on the ride to the meeting.

"So," Olivia sighed, smiling at Prince, "I'll have my people call your people."

"Yes, sounds like a plan." Prince nodded, "One more thing," Prince summoned Melbu.

The Charmeleon glanced around, a puzzled look on its face.

"Wow!" Olivia gushed, "I've never seen a Charmeleon before." Instantly feeling warmed by the flame on its tail.

"Meet my husband," Prince introduced, "Melbu."

Sasha chuckled as the Charmeleon hissed at Prince.

"What?" Prince shrugged innocently.

"You mean, you really don't know." Sasha asked, hands on her hips.

"Know what?"

"Duh," Sasha rolled her eyes, "That Melbu is a girl."

"Get the fuck out of here," Prince laughed.

The Charmeleon hissed.

"Hold on," Prince thought for a moment, "Really?"

"You really didn't know, nephew?" Snoop asked.

"I mean-how would I?" Prince asked, a bit embarassed by Sasha's laughter and Melbu's look of disappointment.

"Word," Snoop nodded, "Well, me being a breeder, with the Charmander family the key is to check the scales. As a trainer. yoy don't be checking for feminine parts and all."

"Some people do." Olivia shrugged.

"Yeah. dem freakbody motherfuckers do," Snoop nodded, "touchin an feelin on people pokemon and all that bullshit. That's why we got all these new STDs now."

Sasha began to feel queasy at the thought of a person mollesting a pokemon.

"Fucked up world we live in." Prince scoffed. "Sorry, Melbu."

The Charmeleon turned away.

"Like a woman," Snoop smiled, "C'mon, lets look at the rest of the place."

Sasha took a step forward, but the Charmeleon, leaned against her. A look of happiness in its eyes, "I'll stay here with Melbu."

Prince, Snoop and Olivia ventured deeper into the architecture.

Sasha plopped down on the suede couch, breathing a sigh of relief as she slipped off her shoes, allowing her feeet to breathe freely. She summoned Frahma, her Dragonnair. It definitely was the perfect home, she thought as Melbu and Frahma laid down in the glass-amplified sunlight.

xoxoxo

Melbu and Frahma both stood before it happened, their eyes on the front door.

*Ding Dong*

Sasha awoke from her nap. Snoop, Prince and Olivia weren't back yet.

(Lazy bums.) Sasha yawned. (Probably smoking.) Stretching her arms.

*Ding Dong*

"I'm coming." Sasha called, slipping her shoes on and answering the door.

xoxoxo

Sasha's heart dropped her into her stomach at the sight of him.

Average height, pecan brown skin and eyes, face eroded by time, a thin gray mustache and shaved head. "Hi, Mercedez."

"Dad." Sasha sighed, downcasting her eyes. "I mean-Paul."

"Hey," he smiled, "Can I come in?"

"No." Sasha immediately answered, closing the door.

He reached out, catching it and opening it even further. By his side, a teenage boy and girl stood.

Sasha's stepbrother Austin and stepsister Candace.

Sasha sighed, standing aside.

"Thank you, munchkin," Paul smiled. reaching to hug her.

Sasha turned her head. Her eyes widened as behind her estranged father and siblings over a ozen faces she'd never seen marched into the house.

(Oh, hell no.) Sasha thought.

xoxoxo

"Hey!" A tall woman with hershey skin smiled. "Do you remember me?"

Sasha shook her head, "Umm, no." She admitted bluntly.

xoxoxo

"We saw you on TV, cuz, did that Buffallo Bob stuff really happen to that Tre dude?" One guy who was slim with curly dyed-blond hair asked.

Sasha nervously glanced around the room.

"Yeah," a second young man with light-skin chuckled, "when he brings out tht donkey and makes Tre-"

"Look," Sasha interupted, "We keep hearing about this guy. Nothing happened, nothing weird."

xoxoxo

Lounging on the couches, wrestling on the carpet, eating everything they could find and giving themselves a tour of the house.

"I'ma be on MTV Cribs like this nigga!" One person shouted.

Sasha rolled her eyes, unfolding a chair and sitting beside Melbu and Frahma near the glass window. Mentally and emotionally exhausted.

xoxoxo

"Bruh, guess how many white bitches we gon pull living in this motherfuckers?"

"Why they gotta be white bitches?"

"If porn has taught me one thing its that when you go hunting for bitches get a white bitch."

Sasha facepalmed, leaning on the neck of Frahma.

xoxoxo

"Nice place you got here," Paul warmly smiled crossing the room.

Sasha massaged her temples, shaking her head. "How did you find me?"

Paul's face sank, "You're not happy to see me?"

"I would've been happier eight years ago, Paul." Sasha sighed, "You went to the store and never came back. You abandoned us."

Paul nodded, "I've done alot of things I'm not proud of but-"

"There is no BUT YOU LEFT US!" Sasha snapped.

"You," Paul peacefully raised his hands, stepping "have every right go hate me but-"

In a flash, Melbu and Frahma fired streams of fire at him. Warning shots, telling him one thing, back up.

"I've got a few strokes now. I don't have much time left and I wanna know my baby girl.

Sasha crossed her arms, "You had your chance to get to me and you ran away from it, Paul. It's too late. You can't be a good man all of a sudden, it doesn't work that way with me."

"I was young and stupid," Paul admitted, "I've changed."

Sasha shook her head, staring at the beautiful coastline, "That's what I hate about you the most." Sasha explained. "All I want from people in my life is consistency. If you're going to be a deadbeat dad, always be that way. If you're going to be a churchgoing choir boy then always be that way. I know who you are and I can handle it accordingly but changing every five minutes, I won't deal with people like that."

"All I'm asking you for is another chance." Paul reiterated.

"Did you ever ask mom?" Sasha replied.

Paul sighed, "Your mom...she's...moved on."

"So have I." Sasha snarled.

xoxoxo

"What the fuck?" Snoop gawked, stepping downstairs and observing the scene.

Random people were in the house. Two young men were slap-boxing in the kitchen.

A small group of adults were checking out the swimming pool.

Sasha sat in the family room, guarded by a Charmeleon and Dragonnair. An elderly man standing over her.

"What's goin' on, cuz?" Snoop asked.

"Hey," Paul greeted shaking hands with Snoop, "Its been a long time since-"

"Since you left my auntie and little cousins to be with ol' ." Snoop agreed.

Paul nervously cocked his head, "So, this is a nice house you're buying, Mercedez. Good thing, Snoop is your cousin."

"You trippin'," Snoop shook his head, "Someone feedin' y'all some bullshit. Dis ain't her house."

The news spread like wildfire. All of the 'guests' froze.

"Who told y'all dat and how did y'all find us?" Snoop asked.

The entire family looked at eachother for a moment before saying, "Ezel."

Sasha shook her head. (I'm gonna kill that fool.)

xoxoxo

"So," Olivia smiled, kissing Prince on the cheek, "See you on the cruise," smiling before departing.

"Nice to meet you," Prince waved.

Sasha's face twisted with envy. Olivia kissing him on the cheek in front of her.

(The fuckery.) Sasha rolled her eyes as Prince stepped into the family room.

"Oooooooooh!" The cousins screamed. "Swords!"

Sasha shook her head, watching her extended family flock to one of the modern day icons. Starstruck.

xoxoxo

Sasha watched as Paul approached Prince hand outstretched, "this is a nice house you got here," he said, "I'm Paul, Mercedez father."

"Shut up!" Sasha snapped, jumping to her feet

"What? He's a nice young man." Paul smiled innocently clutching Prince's hand. "I hope my daughter can find a man like you one day. Hell, marry you maybe, you might be the perfect man for her stubborn ass."

"I hate!" Sasha shouted. She pointed at Paul, "I hate you and I don't even know any of you but I hate you all too!" Pointing at her extended family.

"Mercedez," Paul gawked, "We're your family. Your blood."

Guided by her anger, Sasha turned to Frahma and Melbu. "You can burn in hell, Paul. Frahma, Melbu, flamethrower."

xoxoxo

The wail of sirens echoed through the hills.

Snoop shook his head. Watching as the fire department, aided by a small squad of Golduck, Quagsire and Carracosta aided the humans in extinquishing searching the remains of the destroyed beach house.

Their extended family long gone, probably back to the east coast, Snoop held his cousin as Prince filled out paperwork with a scowl on his face.

Obama's presidential pardon prevented the authorities from jailing him but now he had to pay for a $25,000,000 house he'd never slept in and possibly more after a lawsuit.

"You must have a crazy life," The firefighter smiled eyeing Sasha, "She on some Left-Eye from TLC type of thing."

"Yeah," Prince shrugged.

"Have a nice day," The firefighter waved as TMZ cameramen arrived on the scene.

xoxoxo

"I'll pay you back," Sasha vowed during the car ride back to the hotel.

Prince said nothing. He turned, pilling a flask from his pocket and pouring tequila down his throat and staring out the window of the taxi.

Sasha downcast her eyes. Her temper had cost Prince a fortune. Now, he would probably never speak to her again.

"...You'll never see him again, now." Prince spoke. "Is that what you wanted?"

Sasha nodded immediately.

"What if you have kids later and they ask about him?"Prince wondered.

"...I'll explain they're better off not knowing some people." Sasha sighed, "He just...he never came back for me and my brother and now that my name's in the lights with you guys he wants to show up."

"...I can relate," Prince admitted, sipping his tequila sunrise, "Carlito and I went through something similar with our pops too."

Sasha turned to him. Wanting to say something but thinking better of it, she silently stared out of her window of the taxi.

"So," Prince sighed, "if you ever-"

"I know," She smiled, her heart feeling warmer.

"How do you already know my acount number?" Prince quirked his eyebrows.

"What?"

"I was gonna say," Prince continued, "If you ever wanna get around to paying me back the twenty five mil you owe me," handing a slip of paper with his account and routing number on it, "send it here."

Sasha lunged across the taxi, punching Prince in the arm, "Stupid!" She spat, returning to her corner of the taxi and glaring at the passengr seat in front of her.

As the car rolled towards the Hilton, Snoop smiled in the passenger seat. "You'll always have eachother to talk about it too when you're experiencin' dem emotions, you'll always be there for eachother." Snoop translated. "And I wouldn't punch a nigga I owe 25 mil, cuz."

Sasha crossed her arms defiantly.

Snoop smiled. Well, Paul had been right about one thing.