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Wish Upon A Dream: The Picnic

Hotaru had scampered back to her room, leaving her insult to fly back for her as she relieved Vegeta from her presence. Now she was getting up from sitting stiffly in an armchair that sat by her bed, she had cried herself to sleep, there were no dreams this time. She thanked every god/dess that she was allowed sleep, even in such a small time frame.

Yawning, she stretched as padded toward the over-stuffed closet she didn't want to call hers, but she was beginning to understand why Bulma liked these clothes. She remembered what Vegeta had done, and she was ready to seek revenge on him, but she knew she couldn't do that just yet. She'd wait until he totally dismissed the idea and was so unexpected that maybe he'd have a heart attack. She highly doubted that though, as much as it would please her at the moment, her intent was not to kill the man, just to show him exactly who he was dealing with and that she can be more frightening than even he can be.

She laughed as she randomly grabbed a shirt from a hanger in the closet and a pair of pants from the drawers below it. She had taken a black tank top with a five inch slit just below the neck line, and a pair of pajama pants that Bulma assured her was okay for wearing in everyday life, it was pint with little black paw prints all over it. She then slipped on a pair of purple/blue/black pair of tennis shoes, and walked out the door to come face to face with a smiling Trunks, who stared at her as if he knew something she didn't.

She asked, Trunks just grinned more, and took her hand in his and dragged her downstairs. There, in the living room was Goku, Goten, Gohan and his girlfriend(She'd met them when she went for a visit to Goku's house)Yamcha, Bulma, Dr. Briefs, and Yamcha's little side kick Puar.

Hotaru! Guess what, Mom said she was gonna have a barbecue for you and that's why everyone's here! Well, cept Piccolo and my dad, he said he had no need to participate in such trivial matters, but Piccolo just flat out refused. I dunno why thought... The boy trailed off as he sat down next to Goten, who grinned up at me and gave me the victory sign, Hotaru knew from just looking at the two, that there was more in store for them then just friend-ship.

Nice to meet you, I'm Yamcha! Yamcha had come foreword and was know shaking her hand and staring at her with wide, sparkling eyes and a bright smile on his face. Hotaru had never met the man before, but Bulma told her many things about him. She had said that he was a desert bandit and used to have a phobia of girls, but know he seems to hang all over them. But despite what people think, he only cheated on her once and that was when she broke up with him and somehow ended up with Vegeta, at that time she scowled and uttered a few profanities about the man that Hotaru wished she'd forget.

Hello Yamcha, I'm Tomoe Hotaru, She said smiling back at him as he let loose her hand and guided her over to the couch to sit next to him. I've heard much about you.

You have? Hopefully it's about baseball, nothing bad I hope? He asked, staring at her with an innocence that didn't fit on a man of his size. Hotaru suppressed the urge to raise an eyebrow, now this didn't sound like the man she had hear of. She knew he played baseball, and quite well too, but Bulma also said he wasn't much of a gentleman.

I've heard you play baseball better than Babe Ruth, She smiled as he beamed at her his hand ran across hers briefly before he leaned back into the couch. Hotaru took the time to look around now, Goten and Trunks were engaged in conversation at which Trunks kept looking around cautiously as if they were planning something, Gohan and Videl were also talking in hushed tones, but they most certainly weren't talking about a plan of some sort, and Goku was by the barbecue just outside the door with Puar hovering above him and Bulma smacking his hand away every so often. Hotaru knew Usagi would have a hay day here with all the food that both Vegeta and Goku eat.

Babe Ruth? Nah...I don't think I'm that famous, the people in America and Russia still don't know I exist. He winked at her and she grinned playfully back. She was shy and quite as a child, but having to live by herself since her father died, she had figured she had to come out from her shell and be social. Bulma says your fairly good at playing tennis, do you care for a game?

No thank you, but maybe later. She answered, looking out of the doors were the barbecue was located and stared at the Gravity room capsule. Yamcha seemed to notice this and called for her attention once more.

So, I see you've met Vegeta, what do you think of the bastard? He asked, a slight smile on his face, although it did fail to hide the hatred the man obviously felt for him.

Ah...yes I have. I don't think you should call him a bastard though, I'm sure he could he nice if he really put his mind to it. He's got every thing else a man envies, She reflected, the last part was more to herself than to Yamcha, but he still heard and he now had an astonished look on his face.

I don't think it wise if you put of nice' and Vegeta' in the same sentence, something awful would be bound to happen. He said, Hotaru could tell that part was meant for joke, the other part was serious. Hotaru hadn't any time to answer, that she was glad for because she really couldn't think of anything to say.

Hn. I see the boy has sense enough to notice such a thing. Came a harsh sentence from behind them, Hotaru and Yamcha both turned at the same moment, causing them to smack their head together.

Ow! Flaming Jesus Christ! Hotaru said, grimacing as she applied pressure to her booboo.' When she noticed what she had said, she blushed, she had picked it up from Haruka. Vegeta raised an eyebrow at her, and Yamcha gasped at her, that was totally unexpected. Hotaru had surprised Vegeta, but she hadn't given him a heart attack.

Yamcha breathed, still staring at her as her flush died away, she had just become a more beautiful sight with her fame flushed an a slightly embarrassed look she seemed to have where she lowered her eye lids and looked at you from under them and her lip jutted slightly out.

Who the hell is Jesus Christ? Vegeta's sudden question seemed to startle both the people on the couch and everyone else in the room, besides the three outside, where Bulma happened to be yelling at a very red Goku who kept waving his hand at his open mouth. Hotaru guessed he had ate a very hot hamburger.

A religious figure, Hotaru said, sighing she stood, wished Yamcha good-bye for the moment and went out the door where Goku was whimpering and Bulma was forcefully flipping the remaining hamburgers.

Oh, hello Hotaru! We're still expecting someone, but hopefully he doesn't come though. She said, winking at her, Hotaru smiled back and took a seat next to Goku as he just spared a glance at her and continued to whimper and fan his mouth.

Goku, maybe you shouldn't eat things right off the grill... Hotaru gave her advice and laughed when Goku stared at her incredulously as if she had just solved an one thousand year mystery in two seconds. I'm not stupid Goku, people don't wave their hands in front of their open mouths for nothing. Although I wouldn't doubt it from you.

How do you like Yamcha? Bulma asked, her back still to her. Hotaru glanced at her then inside where Yamcha was sitting on the couch talking to Puar who had wandered in when she had come out, Vegeta leaning against the wall, and was staring at the grill, and every once in a while switching his angry gaze on Yamcha, who didn't seem to notice.

Oh, he was quite the gentlemen, such a contrast to what you told me he was like. She answered, snapping from her observations as a small squirrel chirped nearby in a tree.

That's cause he want's to sleep with you, Goku said as if it were the most ordinary thing in the world, Hotaru stared at him with an open mouth and her face turned beet red, and the Hamburger that Bulma had just picked up with the spatula to turn over fell to the ground with a small smack.

Hotaru seemed to yell, but she was harshly whispering for she had lost the magnitude of her voice for a moment. She suddenly stood and walked hurriedly toward the door, and when she came in, Puar, Vegeta, and Yamcha all looked up at her. Yamcha smiled at her, and it was just then that Hotaru noticed his seductive gleam, and she shunned herself for almost falling in his trap. She felt a sudden urge to throw something at him, but she only uttered an angry, frustrated sound an stomped into the kitchen, where Mrs. Briefs was sitting at the table and was just finishing her tea.

Oh! Good morning Hotaru, how are you today? You look absolutely wonderful, I bet all the boys are all over you! The woman's cheery voice did nothing to calm Hotaru, especially after she finished her sentence, she only turned redder and uttered the same sound as before and stomped back into the living room. She planned on going to her room, since the stairs were located in the living room she had to pass them again.

They all looked up, except Gohan and Videl. She stopped and stared at them all in an equal glare, and then hurried up the stairs. Then they all looked at Yamcha, who turned red and shrugged at the obvious unknown. Vegeta scowled at him, called him an ugly word and stalked up the stairs, seemingly going after Hotaru.