Wow, this chapter definitely took a while to get out. I don't think I've ever let a chapter
hang that long without me writing a new one. Let's hope I don't break this record. I've
just been kind of busy lately - and why is EVERYONE making their communion?! I have
had to go to so many communion parties that its not even funny. And then there was the
barbecue yesterday...no comment. Though I did discover my mad talent in the art of
Manhunt.


Chapter 21...
Chichi smiled. "Goku? I know for a fact that Bulma, Videl, and I wouldn't mind if our
children ended up dating each other but, how do you feel about it?"

Goku leaned back in his chair. "I believe that Goten and Bra were made for each other. I
also know that Trunks and Pan were. Ever since the trip to space I can tell that they have
a special bond. They just haven't realized it yet."

Chichi smiled. "Vegeta would hate the idea. He probably wouldn't care too much about
Trunks, but when it comes to Bra he'd never give up on breaking the too apart. The same
goes for Gohan with his daughter."


"Damn straight," Gohan said, walking in the room and filling a glass with ice and water.

"Watch your language," Chichi snapped in her usual mother-like tone.

"I'm not a child," Gohan replied.

"Are you sure?," Chichi asked, raising an eyebrow. "You sure are acting like one you
know."

"Look mom, I don't need this right now," Gohan began angrily, "My daughter is up there
in space, and my brother-"

"You let *us* worry about him," Chichi interrupted quickly, referring to herself and
Goku.

"-well they're up there in space....my baby girl and that jackass of Vegeta's. I mean, can
you imagine? What are they doing up there?! I can't even find out, Trunks had to go and
cut the wire! Kami knows what he's doing to her up there!"

"Nothing that Goten wouldn't let him do, sweetie," Videl said smoothly, announcing her
presence in the room as she walked from the doorway. Gohan turned towards her and
threw his hands up in the air.

"It doesn't matter! I don't know where she is or what she's doing!"

"Calm down hon," Videl said and yawned as she took his glass from him and put it in the
sink. "Now let's go to bed, okay? And try to get some sleep tonight."

"I can't," Gohan said stubbornly.

"Sure you can," she said sweetly and soothingly, "You never know until you try."

"Stop treating me like a kid, Videl." To this comment both she and Chichi raised
eyebrows at him and gave each other that knowing smile. Gohan understood what they
meant - that he was acting like a child. "Fine," he stated, sounding somewhat hurt, "I'll
have a solo slumber party on the couch tonight."

"Noooo," Videl whined lightheartedly, attaching herself to his arm and kissing his cheek,
"Come on, let's go to bed. Save that solo slumber party for another day." She said
goodnight to Goku and Chichi for both of them and pulled the stubborn Gohan upstairs to
bed.

"Chichi?," Goku asked after they were alone again.

"Hmm?," she answered as she got up to clean the kitchen before going to bed.

"Can you do me a favor?," he asked, "Just clue me in on things before you do them, okay?
I mean, you all seemed to know about the kids being in space. You could have told me, I
would have understood."

"I'm sorry Goku," Chichi said quietly, "its just that....at the time....well you know, its easy
for a Saiyan to lose his temper when he finds out that his son and granddaughter have run
off to space with their.....er, significant others....?"

Goku smiled. "Okay," he replied, ending the conversation as he followed Chichi out of
the kitchen and shut off the lights.

* * * *

"Vegeta, quit sulking," Bulma called from her vanity table as she was brushing her hair
and getting ready for bed.

"I'm not sulking, woman," he said in a tone that told you he was, indeed, sulking. He was
sitting on the railing of their balcony, staring at the starry space before him.

"Look," she said as she came up behind him and wrapped her arms around his neck and
kissed his cheek, "I could try to use the radio-transmitter tomorrow. I'll ask them how
long they intend to stay up there..."

"No, you'll demand that they come home," Vegeta ordered.

"No, I won't," Bulma said sweetly, "they're adults now, and they know what they're
doing-"

"No they don't!," Vegeta yelled, "If they did, then Bra wouldn't have been lip-locking
with that half-wit!"

"Oh get over it, Vegeta."

"No, I will not get over it! I want them HOME!"

"Well that's just too bad."

"Woman, I'm warning you...." Vegeta tried to give Bulma a warning look but she didn't
take it seriously at all. In fact, she didn't seem to mind about anything, she seemed so
carefree. Vegeta growled under his breath and left the balcony and went to his bed. In a
moment or two, Bulma was right beside him, cuddled up beside him and under his arm.
He sighed as he let his 'wall' down and allowed himself to hold her and fall asleep. But
Bulma could still tell that he was very tense.



Back in space....
They had all been playing for a few hours now, and they just about dropped every rule of
the game and were just asking the questions on the cards. The partners were now Goten
and Bra, Trunks and Pan.

"Okay, guys," Goten began as he drew another card, "let's see.....here's one for the
gentleman: How would your partner say you'd complete this sentence? This is you
talking about her - 'If she stood in front of one of those amusement park distortion
mirrors, I'd bet it would make her (blank) look normal.' Be specific."

Pan put her hands on her hips and opened her mouth in protest, but no sound came out
when she looked at Trunks and realized he was smirking. "What?!," she exclaimed.

"Oh....nothing," he said.

"Aww come on, man!," Goten prodded. By now he and Bra were laughing in anticipation
of his answer.

"Well....," he began, "If she stood in front of one of those amusement park distortion
mirrors, I'd bet it would make," he paused as he glanced at Pan, "her *friend Marron*
look normal!"

Bra and Pan playfully wacked him in the head.

"You didn't think you could look any better, did you?," Trunks asked Pan. She smiled
and shrugged as she picked out a card. She made herself comfortable in his lap as she
asked the question.

"Okay," Pan said, "How will your partner say you'd complete this sentence? This is you
talking: 'Cyndi Lauper looks classy compared to the way my partner's friend (blank)
looks.'"

Bra frowned as she waited for the inevitable answer from Goten. "Marron." He and
Trunks laughed and gave each other back-pats and high-five's. Bra and Pan shrugged and
rolled their eyes. It was such a predictable answer, and Pan mentally kicked herself for
asking it at all. Bra leaned forward and picked up a card.

"Okay, this one is for a lady - Pan," Bra said, scanning the card. "How will your partner
say you'd complete this sentence? 'Compared to most couples we know, I'll bet we
(blank) a lot more but (blank) a lot less!'"

"Fight," Trunks and Pan both answered at the same time.

"Fight?," Bra asked quizzically.

"Yep," Trunks said, "For both 'blanks'. Compared to most couples we know, I'll bet we
fight a lot more but fight a lot less. We fight - spar, train, you know; and we fight a lot
less - we don't really get into those big heated arguments."

"Ah," Bra said, "Good answer. Okay, your turn. And let's try to have a question where
the answer is not undoubtedly 'Marron'."

"Okay," Trunks said, examining a card. He smirked as he read the card, "Here we go,
Bra, 'How would your partner complete the sentence? 'It's pretty obvious why anybody
would really have the hots for his friend (who).'"

Bra folded her arms and rolled her eyes. "Well if the answer isn't 'Marron' then I guess it
has to be another goon."

"Did I hear that right?," Trunks asked, laughing. "Did you just call Marron a 'goon'?"
Bra clapped her hand over her mouth and hit Trunks' arm.

"Leave me alone!," she cried, though she wasn't mad and she didn't mean it. Everyone
laughed and went back to looking for questions. Suddenly Pan pulled out a card and
began to laugh hysterically.

"What the hell is 'whoopie'?," she said through her laughter.

"What?," Bra asked, looking over her shoulder. In a few seconds she was also laughing
uncontrollably. She picked up the card and read it for everyone. "What was the street
name of the last place that you made whoopie?" Everyone began to laugh this time as
they finally understood what the odd word meant.

"Trunks," Goten asked, raising his eyebrow, "Just how old *is* this game, anyway?"

He rubbed the back of his neck as he thought of an answer. "At least 20 years old, my
mom said she bought it when Pan's parents got married."

"That explains the whoopie then," Pan concluded.

"If you can put an explanation on that," Bra said, making a face. "Why couldn't they just
say 'sex' and not feel like 10 year olds by saying 'whoopie'?"

"I guess that's why we'll never understand them," Goten said shrugging.

"Who could understand our parents, anyway?," Trunks asked bitterly, "Dad is such an
ass... Pan I can't believe he thought I was using you. I mean, he actually believes it
himself."

"I know, and my dad actually believes I was being used," Pan said sadly, "he's being an
ass too. I don't know what happened, Trunks, he just kind of lost his head and it looks
like he still hasn't found it yet. I don't know what's happening to him."

"Mid-life crisis," Goten said to lighten up the moment. But after a pause he continued
more seriously. "But really guys," he said, "I've never known him to act this way. I think
it's the whole 'my baby is leaving the nest thing' too. But even before you were together,
there was still the family pride thing that all of our dads had a problem with."

"Yeah," Bra said, "but you know what? Forget about it. We came up here to get away
from it. Let's stay away from it."

"She's right," Pan said, yawning, "Let's go to sleep now. I'm exhausted."

"Yeah, me too. But you know, Pan, I feel like I know you a lot better now," Trunks
joked, "we should play the Newly Wed Game more often." He winked and gave her a
kiss on the cheek.

"Hmm," Goten said, "Do you guys all wanna sleep out here? or...."


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Oooh Goten, what are you suggesting? We'll have to wait for Meg to write about it in the
next chapter, now won't we? SORRY Meg, I know it took forever for me to get this out!
Ack! And poor Hanita-chan! And whoever she so conveniently chose to fall on! Oh I'm
in for it now.....

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