A/N:  Sorry all—in the midst of Evil! Midterms and Darth Writer's Block has struck!  Just a little interlude—hope you like it!(sorry it's so long)

Thanks to Otepoti, Android 71, Saiyasith, Lisse (love the pic!) taekwon-4, Emotionless Shadow, and edgar bynoe.

Frozenflower:  Wow!  Thanks!

Jakk:  There aren't any dragonballs.  Goku took them away—I haven't twisted the GT bit around that much.  If they're lucky, a Kai in a fit of pity might help them out—but that's a big if.

Next chapter:  Vegeta and a Tie-dyed body cast!

Disclaimer:  I don't own DBZ.

A Day in the Life of Son Marron

5:30 a.m.:  Alarm goes off.

5:31 a.m.:  Crawl out from beneath Goten.  Wonder how we ended up like that.

5:33 a.m:  Ouch!  Stepped on something in hallway.  Find latest action figures of the Lone Saiyan and the Goldpan Girl next to older ones of the Great Saiyateam.

5:34 a.m.:  Blast idols of family members into next dimension.  Wonder if King Yemma will hold it against me.

5:35 a.m.:  Decide not to worry about it.  Goten can take him.

5:37 a.m.:  Trip on ball, fly down stairs.

5:38 a.m.:  Narrowly miss creating new Marron-sized door between front hall and the den.  Decide that the next toy I find on the floor will find its way into the blender.

5:39 a.m.:  Slip on inflatable duck.

5:40 a.m.:  Am going to burn every toy in the house.

5:41 a.m.:  Activate cooking droids.

5:42 a.m.:  Start the coffee—can't live without it.

5:45 a.m.:  Am startled out of wits to find Uncle Juunana asleep on the couch in the living room.

5:46 a.m.:  Wake Uncle.  Realize from his hangover he was too sloshed to remember his way home.

5:47 a.m.:  Wonder how Uncle remembered to find his way here.

5:47 a.m.:  Uncle has no answer.

5:49 a.m.:  Reintroducing Uncle to the marvels of high tide.

5:50 a.m.:  Hope the dolphins eat him.

5:52 a.m.:  Shower.

5:55 a.m.:  Am joined by Goten.  Day just got better.

6:00 a.m.:  Juugo wakes up.  Damn.

6:01 a.m.:  Goten leaves to take care of him.

6:02 a.m.:  Turn hot water off completely.  Need a cold shower now.

6:10 a.m.:  Bathroom door opens.  Decide to give Goten a little show.

6:11 a.m.:  Screams echo through neighborhood.  Not Goten.

6:12 a.m.:  Decide not to explain what I was doing to twins.  Let them be innocent a little while longer.

6:13 a.m.:  Notice twins found Goten's grading pens last night.  Decided to play connect the dots—on each other.

6:15 a.m.:  Trying to scrub Sharpie pen off of Monda while keeping Damia in the shower.  Am thankful that I'm still limber.

6:16 a.m.:  Sharpie pen isn't coming off.  Make note to talk to Goten about leaving his things where the girls can get to them.

6:17 a.m.:  Damia escapes.

6:18 a.m.:  Monda is too slippery to hold onto.

6:19 a.m.:  Damn.  Goten has gone back to bed—doesn't hear my call for help.

6:20 a.m.:  Make it to the hallway with bathrobe to see two naked behinds halfway down the hallway.  Have to smile—they're such cute rear ends.

6:21 a.m.:  Goten appears at the end of hallway, Juugo asleep against his chest.  Yell at him to catch the girls.

6:22 a.m.:  Girls evade him in a smooth coordinated move they could only have learned from my mother.

6:23 a.m.:  Goten catches me.

6:27 a.m.:  Escape from Goten.  Loudly threaten starvation if twins don't show their faces.

6:29 a.m.:  Find twins in kitchen.  Should have known to check the food first.

6:30 a.m.:  Notice refrigerator is without its door.  Again.

6:31 a.m.:  Calm.  It's just a refrigerator.

6:32 a.m.:  Tell girls that they can't eat until they get dressed.

6:33 a.m.:  Kitchen has a new open-air window.

6:34 a.m.:  Can't decide to scream or cry.

6:36 a.m.:  Settle for doing both.

6:38 a.m.:  Goten is so cute when he's worried!

6:39 a.m.:  He is very sorry his daughters destroyed the fridge.  Kami, those eyes….

6:42 a.m.:  Have to remind myself that kids are in the room.

6:43 a.m.:  Twins aren't in the room.

6:45 a.m.:  Twins aren't in the house.

6:49 a.m.:  Uncle has some uses.  Found twins doing dolphin imitations and decided to return them to their human pod.

6:50 a.m.:  Uncle is forgiven with a kiss on the cheek.  Twins are forgiven with a good wallop.

6:51 a.m.:  Goten offers to get girls dressed while I finish shower.  I could kiss him, but won't.  We do have company.

6:57 a.m.:  Finally finish my shower.

7:00 a.m.:  Find Juugo asleep on our bed, fenced in by pillows.

7:01 a.m.:  Babies are so cute!  Especially my own….

7:03 a.m.:  Giggles announce the arrival of Goten and the girls.  Am reminded that my sweet little Juugo will grow into a holy terror, too.

7:05 a.m.:  Pillow Fight.

7:10 a.m.:  Pillows break.  Bedroom now covered in feathers.

7:11 a.m.:  Try to get dressed.

7:12 a.m.:  Damia suggests I wear bright orange bodysuit with green minidress.

7:13 a.m.:  In a house with three small children, there is no such thing as privacy.

7:14 a.m.:  Monda insists that it should be the purple minidress.

7:15 a.m.:  Fight breaks out.

7:16 a.m.:  Goten breaks it up before anything breaks.

7:20 a.m.:  Finally dressed.

7:22 a.m.:  Chime signals breakfast is ready.

7:23 a.m.:  Mass chaos.

7:30 a.m.:  Breakfast is over with.  I am the only living thing in the kitchen—Uncle is flat on his face in the doorway, having made the mistake to get between my family and the food.  Heh—some people never learn.

7:35 a.m.:  Goten and girls are off to school.

7:36 a.m.:  Ahhhh…..quiet.

7:40 a.m.:  Sanity is shattered when Uncle deposits screaming baby in my lap.

7:41 a.m.:  Ewww….Juugo needs changed.

7:43 a.m.:  Wonder why Uncle just didn't do it himself instead of dragging Juugo all the way down here to me.  Ask.

7:45 a.m.:  Uncle is halfway to the Yukon.

7:47 a.m.:  My son has invented a new shade of green. 

7:50 a.m.:  Source of offending smell has been eradicated with a Masenko.

7:51 a.m.:  Spend some mommy 'n me time with Juugo.

7:56 a.m.:  Babies are so cute!

8:00 a.m.:  Dad shows up at the door to babysit for the day.

8:01 a.m.:  Has to pry Juugo out of my arms.

8:05 a.m.:  On my way to work—driving today.

8:08 a.m.:  Road rage.

8:09 a.m.:  Roll down window, discreetly blast offender's tires

8:11 a.m.:  Traffic jam is solved.

8:20 a.m.:  Arrive at work to be met by a row of smiling faces and cries of joy.

8:21 a.m.:  Forced to tell dolphins I'm not the one with their breakfast today.

8:22 a.m.:  Ears nearly shattered by squees of protest.

8:30 a.m.:  Finally find newbie intern and remind him it's his job to feed the dolphins.

8:31 a.m.:  Newbie tries to play dumb.  Tempted to set his shoes on fire.  Or that perfectly slicked back hair of his.

8:32 a.m.:  Settle for grabbing said perfectly-styled hair and dragging him down to dolphins.

8:40 a.m.:  Dolphins are fed.

8:45 a.m.:  Lock myself in lab.

8:48 a.m.:  Find my project list for the day.

9:30 a.m.:  *sigh* the joy of collecting lab results.

11:00 a.m.:  Lunchtime.  Newbie intern tries to "make up" for "forgetting" to feed the dolphins by offering to buy me lunch.

11:02 a.m.:  Am not sure whether to laugh or be insulted.

11:05 a.m.:  Am saved from having to answer by Pan's appearance.

11:06 a.m.:  What is Pan doing here?

11:08 a.m.:  Ooooh…newbie just tried to hit on Pan.  Look forward to see him meet her fist.

11:09 a.m.:  Am not disappointed.

11:10 a.m.:  Wow…it's been a long time since I've seen a man fly that far.

11:12 a.m.:  After congratulating Pan on a great punch, ask her why she's here.

11:13 a.m.:  Am thanked with a bout of tears.

11:20 a.m.:  Finally able to decipher that Pan and Trunks have had their first fight as a married couple.  Try hard not to be amused.

11:25 a.m.:  Fail miserably once I learn that it was over a brand of toothpaste.

11:27 a.m.:  Force laughter to die off once Pan looks like she might start crying again.

11:30 a.m.:  Tell Pan just to buy both brands of toothpaste next time she goes to the store and enjoy being married.

11:32 a.m.:  Enjoy watching her blush as I imply some…other things…that Aunts aren't supposed to know about.

11:35 a.m.:  Decide to leave the girl's love life alone and ask if she wants to eat lunch with me.

11:36 a.m.:  Pan declines.  Claims she has somewhere to be.  Know she's going to go visit her husband in his office.

11:38 a.m.:  Decide not to give him advance warning.  Sometimes it's nice to be hereditarily evil.

12:00 p.m.:  Lunch is over—back to the lab.

3:30 p.m.:  Banging my head against the wall in frustration won't do anything…except maybe hurt the wall.

5:00 p.m.:  Thank you, Dende!  Phase out of the lab before anyone, (especially annoying newbie intern) can catch me.

5:01 p.m.:  Have decided to forego the whole driving experience and fly home.  Why bother with a car when you don't need one?

5:10 p.m.:  Arrive home to find that the hole in the wall has been repaired.

5:15 p.m.:  House is empty.  Am suddenly afraid.

5:16 p.m.:  Find note on table from Goten.  For an elementary school teacher, he has horrid handwriting.

5:20 p.m.:  Time for a swim.

5:45 p.m.:  Ahhhhhh…nothing's better than a swim in the ocean.  Except maybe Goten.

5:46 p.m.:  Goten in the ocean is even better.

5:50 p.m.:  Dive back under—hope the cold water will help.

5:55 p.m.:  Barely.

6:00 p.m.:  Turn on cooking droids.

6:05 p.m.:  Crash on couch and wonder how Goten is handling both Juugo and the twins at the Dojo.

6:06 p.m.:  Turn on evening news.

6:16 p.m.:  Pan and Trunks were caught kissing on tape—the station aired it.  Laugh hysterically.

6:17 p.m.:  Count four—no five, massive ki spikes in the distance.

6:18 p.m.:  One of those is abruptly squashed.

6:19 p.m.:  Smirk.  Bulma must have taken away Vegeta's privileges again.

6:22 p.m.:  The other kis fade.  Don't have to worry about impending doom of earth.

6:45 p.m.:  Dinner is done.  Family isn't back yet.

6:46 p.m.:  Am worried.  Goten never misses food.

6:47 p.m.:  No need to worry.  Door bursts open and three black holes with mouths are suddenly at the kitchen table.

6:48 p.m.:  Don't see Juugo anywhere.  Panic.

6:50 p.m.:  Hear Juugo's babble over the sounds of Saiyans eating.  Follow it.

6:52 p.m.:  Find Mom on the front porch swing, wrinkling her nose at Juugo.  Smile and hide to watch.  Mom is such a sucker for babies; almost as bad as Dad.

6:55 p.m.:  Juugo gets his hands on Mom's hair.  I have to bite back a laugh.  He's asking for trouble there.

6:58 p.m.:  Juugo manages to get both hands in Mom's hair.  I decide it's time to save her.

7:00 p.m.:  Sit with Mom and Juugo.  Selectively ignoring the chaos inside.

7:02 p.m.:  Wave Goten off to the dojo, silently cursing him for leaving me alone with the girls.

7:10 p.m.:  Ok, someone's given them sugar.

7:25 p.m.:  Remember, they're only kids.

7:30 p.m.:  Seeing red.  That painting was an antique!

7:45 p.m.:  Girls sent to room.  Hear suspicious giggling, but decide to ignore it.  Bedrooms have been Saiyan-proofed.

7:49 p.m.:  Apparently the doors have not.  Twins' bedroom is now without a door.

7:50 p.m.:  Break down and find the frying Pan Chichi gave me for a wedding present.

7:53 p.m.:  Twins aren't going to try anything else tonight.

7:54 p.m.:  Time to get lost in that new romance novel my boss recommended.

8:00 p.m.:  Frantic phone call from Bra.

8:05 p.m.:  Best friend now sobbing hysterically at the other end of the couch.  Can't tell what she's saying through the tears.

8:10 p.m.:  Have managed to get Bra to stop crying.  Can't tell what she's saying now either; it's in Saiyago.

8:15 p.m.:  Goten is back from the dojo.  Apparently Bra's insulting the heritage of her latest fling in anatomically impossible terms.  Enjoy watching him turn a brilliant shade of red.

8:17 p.m.:  Goten grabs Juugo and retreats upstairs.

8:19 p.m.:  Bra's rant cut off as Goten discovers the twin's remodeling project.

9:30 p.m.:  Sent Bra back off to Capsule Corps, wander upstairs in search of husband.

9:35 p.m.:  Goten is snoozing in bed, a twin beneath each arm and Juugo on his chest.

9:40 p.m.:  Finally find my digital camera.

10:00 p.m.:  Pictures sent to grandparents and various other relatives.

10:01 p.m.:  Can't get interested in my book.

10:10 p.m.:  *yawn* No new news since 6:00.

10:15 p.m.:  Lock doors and crawl up to bed, making sure to clear the path of toys in the morning.

10:30 p.m.:  Monda decides my stomach makes a better pillow than her Dad's chest.

10:40 p.m.:  Ewww.  Drool.

11:00 p.m.:  Goten manages to wake up long enough to cart the twins back off to bed, while I put Juugo back in the nursery.

11:05 p.m.:  Goten and I are alone, perhaps for the first night in weeks.

11:06 p.m.:  Look at all those muscles.  Drool.

11:07 p.m.:  Goten decides to take a shower—says he'll be right back.

11:15 p.m.:  *yawn* So tired…maybe I'll just close my eyes for a minute….

11:30 p.m.:  Goten crawls back into bed.  I'm not in the mood.

11:35 p.m.:  Goten makes a good pillow.

11:40 p.m.:  *sigh*  Maybe tomorrow will be better.

11:41 p.m.:  Find an Amazing Hercule action figure in my bed.

11:42 p.m.:  It's about to start all over again, so I should probably….

11:45 p.m.: …get….some….

11:50 p.m.:  …sleep….

11:51 p.m.:  ZZZZZzzzzzzz…..

Finis.

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