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: I'd now like to answer some reviews.

Kinomi: Thanks girlfriend! Your support means a lot to me. As for writing the stronger lemony stuff, I usually leave it to the experts (like you) but promise to give it a shot one of these days. You know, for May/Dec.

Snoro: Hey, thank you for the enthusiastic review! And here's your update.

Krillen#1: Glad you liked the fic so far. I promise to keep it in the realms of PG-13. The "good stuff" is either implied, or left to the imagination of the reader.

Yamcha: See? At all times I keep at least one foot on the floor and both hands above the blankets per FCC regulations! Heh, I can't vouch for Krillen and Eighteen though

Marron: Ewww! Yamcha, you know I don't want to hear about that stuff! (Marron gets up and runs away.)

Yamcha (Taking off after her): Hey! I was just kidding Shortcake! Come back

Rated PG-13. Really.

Chapter 3

Back at the apartment

"How's Hancha?" Eighteen inquired when her husband returned from baby-checking duty.

"Sleeping like a baby. Because that's what he is a baby. Heh."

This time Eighteen did roll her eyes. Krillen settled down on the little nest of blankets they made for themselves on the living room floor. As they snuggled closer Eighteen could feel Krillen giggling against her.

"What's so funny mister?"

"Nothing"

"Tell me!" she demanded.

"Okay, okay," he acquiesced. "I was wondering, since I lent Yamcha the convertible, if he was going to take Marron to Inspiration Point."

"You're laughing because that desert bandit's taking our daughter to a place called Inspiration Point?" She asked incredulously.

"Ex-bandit, and besides they're married. Anyway, that's what Yamcha and I called it. I think the kids call it Make-out Mountain or Kami's Other Lookout now."

"I still don't see the humor of the situation."

"Well," he drawled. "You see, Master Roshi and Oolong would go there and spy on the couples, the pervs"

"I don't know, I bet they still do that now. They're probably spying the kids right now. Funny huh?" A single drop of sweat rolled Krillen's forehead.

Eighteen stared blankly at him.

"Um, baby, could you scroll through the humor menu please?"

Eighteen did just that. And as a scenario unfolded in her mind like a home movie she conceded that there might be humor in the situation, but only if major ki blasting were involved.

Krillen relaxed when he saw a ghost of a smile begin to form on his wife's lips. 'Cool,' he thought. He'd hate for the evening to be spoiled just when they were getting to the good part.

"Roshi! Oolong! Pu'ar? What the hell are you doing here?" Yamcha shouted.

"We, er, well," the pig stammered.

"That is to say, um," Roshi supplied.

"They spy on couples who make out here, the pervs!" Pu'ar shouted indignantly.

"Hey, you came with us!" Accused Oolong.

"No, I came to stop you two."

"Every Saturday night?" Roshi accused this time.

"Well, sure. Yeah, sure. I will keep coming until I get you two to stop it. Sure!" The little blue cat stammered.

"You three come here every Saturday night to spy on people? How long have you doing this?" Yamcha demanded.

"Oh, well now let's see," Roshi mused while doing the math. "Since back in the days when you used to bring Bulma suppose."

"You spied on me and Bulma!?" Yamcha shrieked.

"You brought Bulma here!?" Marron shrieked standing up and placing her hands on her hips.

"Uh, yeah. I guess. I mean, that's how I found o-out about the place..." Now it was Yamcha's turn to stammer. He nervously rubbed the back of his head, Goku style.

Marron glared at him in open hostility. "You brought me to a place that you've visited with other women?"

"Um, yeah?"

Somebody started snickering. It was the pig. Both Marron and Yamcha glared daggers at him. Oolong then began out right laughing.

"They-they're wearingunderwear!" He explained between gasping breaths.

Both Marron and Yamcha looked down at themselves. Sure enough, Yamcha had on white boxers with little red hearts and Marron's panties and bra had a similar pattern.

The three misfits were now rolling on the ground laughing their butts off at the unhappy couple. Marron and Yamcha looked at each other and silently tabled their argument in favor of resolving their current predicament.

"How about we really give them something to laugh about?" He asked as he produced a small glowing ball of ki energy.

He dropped it into his wife's hand and pointed his chin towards the three laughing pervs. Marron hopped out of the car to get a better vantagepoint. Then, she chucked the ki-ball at them and watched it give off a satisfying explosion. The three pervs yelped in pain and surprise and started running in circles.

"Are you ready for another, baby?" Yamcha asked descending next to her and holding out his hand.

Marron blinked in surprise at him. 'Baby?' She thought. 'He wants another baby now?'

Then she saw the ki-ball in his out-stretched hand realized she misunderstood the question.

"OH. Okay," she answered, taking it from him. She made another perfect lob at the three.

"Good one Shortcake!"

That one sent the little creeps scurrying away. Yamcha swore he heard Roshi saying something about Marron being a feisty one. He crossed his arms over his chest and laughed to himself.

"Ahem!" Marron said to get his attention.

Yamcha turned around and muttered, "yes dear?"

"So. Do you bring all your girlfriends here?"

Yamcha had the good sense to blush. "Only the ones I wanted to marry."

It was a nice try but it failed miserably.

"Some romantic evening this turned out to be," Marron bitterly spat out.

"Hey, I'm sorry baby girl, I tried my best"

"What? Taking me to your ex-girlfriend's hangout?"

"Okay, that was a mistake," he conceded.

"What about, 'were all alone here baby, I can sense ki?'" She mocked.

"Hey, they were masking their power-levels, how could I" he answered defensively.

"Oh, and what about, 'no problem baby, I can fix any car problem, it shouldn't take long'"

"Hey!" He shouted back because he was angry now too. "I can fix any car problem with the right tools on hand! Your dad's car needs serious repairs!"

"Oh, so now it's my dad's fault" she stated once again in that mocking tone.

"I didn't that say that! Stop twisting my words around, your starting to sound like Bulma!"

Everything went silent. Even the crickets stopped chirping as Yamcha realized what he had just said.

Marron burst into tears and Yamcha instantly regretted every single word he spoke. He was still pissed off though and decided to take it out on a poor rock on the ground. He turned to kick it with all his righteous fury and missed, kicking the car instead.

Both he and Marron watched in horrified silence as the car arced in the sky over the ocean, disappearing into the inky blackness of night. Although Marron couldn't hear it, Yamcha tuned his sensitive hearing toward the direction of where he hoped it would land and waited for a splash. Indeed he did hear it splash some great distance away.

Ironically, that was the furthest the car traveled all evening.

"Way to go, Yamcha!" She sang out sarcastically. "There goes our clothes, keys and my dad's favorite car. What are you planning for an encore?"

"Eatbean," he grimaced, obviously in pain.

"Why?" She asked, not understanding.

"ToeI think."

TBC

A/N: Yikes! Is Yamcha's toe really broken? Does Eighteen really have to scroll through a humor menu to get jokes, or is Krillen just not as funny as he thinks he is? Stay tuned next time when Yamcha asks Marron,

"It's not your birthday is it?"