The Perfect Date

By Elektra

Disclaimer: This story was written for fun and there is no intention of making a profit off of the properties of Toriyama, Funimation, DB/Z/GT, etc. Baby Hancha is a creation of a very wonderful writer, Kinomi.

A/N: Speaking of Kinomi, I'm dedicating this chapter to her for being my first ever reviewer at ff.net! Woohoo! I wasn't even going to post this chapter today but since it's ready, why the heck not?

Rated PG-13

Chapter 2

Back at the Wolf's apartment the romantic crooning of Barry White could be heard just barely above the caterwauling of a small, Asian, ex-monk.

"My darling I

Can't get enough of your luuvbaby

Girl I don't know, I don't know, I don't know whyyy

I can't get enough of your luuv"-1

Krillen croaked over the music. He had his shirt off and was swinging it wildly in a parody of a male exotic dancer. At least Eighteen hoped it was a parody and that Krillen didn't seriously think he was being sexy. Then, Krillen began shaking his groove thing and Eighteen knew he was serious. Oh dear.

When the song ended, Krillen punched in another selection, turned to his wife and in his 'sexiest' voice asked, "are you ready for another, baby?"

The question startled Eighteen for a moment. 'Oh', she thought. 'He wants to sing me another song, not have another baby. He's calling me baby.' Once again Eighteen sifted through her pre-recorded responses. Finding none appropriate for the situation she came up with a reply she hoped was diplomatic and loving.

"Why don't you come over here and keep me company instead, baby."

Krillen nearly bounced over to her and the android gave a small sigh of relief. "Just can't get enough of my love, eh baby?" He commented mistaking her sigh for something else.

The blonde android smirked as she snuggled into his arms. "We really shouldn't be doing this you know. We're supposed to be babysitting."

"If Yamcha is even half the man I remember him to be, those two won't be back for a looong time," Krillen replied knowingly. Then he leered at her and asked, "so, baby, you want to find out if I'm half the man I used to be?" He wiggled his eyebrows at her.

Eighteen managed to keep from rolling her eyes because she loved this man dearly. Instead she scrolled through her list of supplied responses and selected, "shut up and kiss me, fool!"

This seemed to work just fine.

Yamcha and Marron were sitting in the back seat of Krillen's Merc with the top down. The car was parked on a cliff that overlooked the ocean and an idyllic moonrise while a romantic oldies tune played over the cars sound system.

Are the stars out tonight

I don't know if it's cloudy or bright

I only have eyes for you dear-2

Yamcha turned his gaze to his young wife's face. She had a dreamy far away expression that was too tempting for him to resist. He leaned in and softly kissed her lips.

No response.

He pulled back and looked at her again. That dreamy faraway look was still there, but with a slight frown added. He snapped his fingers twice in front of her face. She came out of her daze and glanced at him in confusion.

"Stop thinking about the baby!" He demanded, slightly irritated.

"I can't, I've never left him alone this long," she replied.

"Your parents are fine with him. Come on baby girl, this is our 'alone-time'. Let's just think about us, okay?"

"Okay," she agreed reluctantly, though it was hard. She kept imaging all sorts of disasters and wondered if her parents were able to handle caring for him.

As if reading her mind Yamcha said, "of course they can handle him. They raised you didn't they?"

She gave him a look of skepticism, to which he replied, "look, I bet they had Hancha asleep within thirty minutes of us leaving. Hey, if Krillen's half the man I remember him to be he's probably singing Barry White tunes to your mom and trying to get fresh with her."

"Eww, Yamcha, I don't want to know about that"

"Sorry baby." He stood up and pulled her up with him.

"What are you doing Yamcha?"

"Come on, I love this song. Let's dance." He enveloped her with his ki and they floated above the car while the music played. Somehow they managed to move to the music, literally dancing on air.

The moon may be high

But I can't see a thing in the sky

I only have eyes for you

I don't know if we're in a garden

Or on a crowded avenue

You are here and so am I

Maybe millions of people go by

But they all disappear from view

And I only have eyes for you-2

Marron felt like swooning, it was so romantic. Yamcha lowered his head and kissed her once again. This time she responded to him opening her mouth a little and letting him explore. When she felt him easing her jacket open she stopped him.

"Yamcha, here?" she asked, nervously.

"We're alone. No one's here, I could feel their ki if they were," he whispered seductively.

She sighed and took off her jacket and helped him take off his. The jackets fell into the car followed by other pieces of clothing until the two of them hovered over the car clad only in their underclothes.

Yamcha lowered them into the car when he started feeling his concentration slip. 'Nope, don't want to fall right now,' he thought as they made contact with the car's backseat.

Marron straddled his lap and they began kissing again. He was about to reach for her bra when he heard her sneeze.

"Bless you!" They both said at the same time.

"I didn't sneeze!" Marron exclaimed.

"Neither did I!" Yamcha replied.

They both frown at each other. Then someone sneezed again. Startled, they both turned around and looked over the car seat. Something was rustling in the bushes. Marron tried desperately to cover herself with her hands. Yamcha floated above the car menacingly and sparked a ki flare to light up the area.

"Whoever is there, show yourselves before I start blasting!" He growled.

The bushes rustled a bit and three shadows emerged. Marron scooted down lower into the seat to cover her nearly unclothed state. She wasn't scared, just really embarrassed. Yamcha brightened the flare to reveal the culprits, then let out a curse when he saw who they were.

TBC

A/N: Will Yamcha lay the smack down on our hidden culprits? How long is Eighteen going to let Krillen think he's sexy? Will Marron's date just keep getting worse, or will things finally start looking up? Stay tuned next time when Yamcha asks Marron,

"Are you ready for another baby?"

1- "Can't Get Enough of Your Love, Baby" Music and lyrics by Barry White

2- "I only Have Eyes for You" Covered by The Flamingos, lyrics by Al Dubin, music by Harry Warren