Big big thanks... I love you guys, you know who you are. Here's chapter 6.

"We have to move the date," Mom told me one day. It was September, and I was over at Kame House helping her cook dinner for the four of us. Five if you counted Grandpa Roshi, six if you counted Oolong, and seven if you counted Turtle.

I looked at her questioningly. "What date?"

She rolled her eyes. "The wedding date, of course. Unless you want to get married when you're nine months pregnant. And let me tell you, those Saiyan babies are pretty big. Do you know how huge Chi-Chi was when she was having Goten?"

"What do you suggest? Sometime soon, right? When I can still find a dress, or should we wait until after the baby's born?" I wanted to take back those words so bad. After the baby, no good. It could be too late then.

Luckily, my mother doesn't believe in babies before marriage. Thank Dende for that. "You can't wait until after the baby. That's just not good. November? You definitely want to do it before the holidays."

I laughed. "Yes. And before I get too fat to fit into a dress. I wanted it to be in the spring, though."

"That's what you get for getting knocked up," Oolong's voice carried in from the hallway.

"Hey Marron, why don't we have HAM for dinner tonight?" Mom asked loudly, causing the pig to squeak and run up the stairs to the safety of his room. "Remind me why I've lived here for all these years."

"Because you love me too much to leave," Daddy said as he and 'Ten wandered into the kitchen.

I looked around. "Does anyone else want to put their two sense into this conversation here?"

'Ten grinned. "I do!"

"Okay, all joking aside, we do have to get serious here," Mom interjected. "We have a wedding to plan and damn little time to do it. Now, no one, especially you, Goten, can eat any dinner until we at least have a month."

Goten whimpered and rubbed his stomach. "How far away are we going for? Before the baby, after the baby, or are we eloping?"

Daddy narrowed his eyes. "I have one daughter, and I'm going to walk her down the aisle. You are not eloping."

"Of course, Daddy. I would never elope anyway. There'd be no room for the pink and white roses," I said.

"Ha! One detail taken care of. Pink and white roses." Mom searched around for a piece of paper to write on. "Now, have you figured out location?"

I nodded. "Here. Right on the beach. You guys don't mind, do you?"

"I do!" Grandpa Roshi yelled from the living room.

"But this way when you get drunk and pass out you don't have to worry about someone bringing you home!" Mom yelled back.

He laughed his perverted little laugh and we all rolled our eyes. "No, we don't mind at all," Daddy said.

'Ten snatched a calendar off the fridge and scanned it. "Saturday, November sixth at noon, outside on the beach with pink and white roses. Gohan's the best man; Pan's the maid of honor. Can we eat now?"

Mom, Daddy, and I all looked at each other. "Only a Son would come up with such a brilliant plan in less than a minute," Daddy mused.

"Yes 'Ten, we can eat now." His smile was a mile wide.

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Though Mom thought it we be a good idea to look for dresses, she suggested we wait on buying mine until two weeks before the wedding. So her, Pan, Chi-Chi, and I took one day to look through this little bridal shop on the edge of town where she bought her dress. It was this cute place, hidden in the shadows of the corner of the city. Exactly where I wanted my dress from.

So I was looking around, and nothing really caught my eye. Then I saw it. THE dress. The dress that I needed to have.

It was just sitting there, like it was nothing, wedged between two hideously ugly dresses that I would never be caught dead in. (How wonderful of me to point out, huh?) It had this aura around it that I couldn't even imagine, and when I gasped and took a step back, Mom knew.

Never one to show her emotions, a small nod and a "I like it" meant that she was just as crazy about it as I was. Pan went absolutely nuts, and even Chi-Chi stared at it in awe.

"You better tell that boy of yours just exactly what he's in for, Chi," Mom said. "We don't want any accidents at the alter."

Chi-Chi nodded. "Goten might not be the only male there we'll have to worry about."

"Oh come on! I won't look that good, I'll be four months pregnant for Dende's sake!" I threw my hands up in the air in exasperation.

Mom shook her head. "You just wait Marron. Just wait."

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"So I found the perfect dress today," I told 'Ten that night at dinner.

He raised his eyebrows. "Oh yeah? How big do they have to make it? By November, you'll be huge."

I threw a French fry at him, which he caught, of course. "It's your fault! If you could have kept your pants on, I could be skinny and we could have our wedding in April and everything would be going as planned."

"Hey, I didn't hear you object once."

"No one asked for your opinion anyway."

He threw a fry at me.