Sorry it took so long everybody. I was working on another fic, and then Inspiration Fairy decided to take a break… Motivation Fairy was nowhere to be found, as usual… anyway, here it is now. And I'm not sure whether or not I love it or hate it.

This chapter is pure filler. Or a transition chapter. Whichever you want. You remember that promise I made in the beginning of this fic to have no romance? I lied. In the upcoming chapters there is a major plot twist (not sure where I'm gonna run with it, but it's going somewhere) and the most god-awful piece of fluffy sap-angst I've ever read, let alone written. I made myself ill, reading that. But then I thought to myself, 'I can't delete this. This is 3 pages of pure, unfiltered fluff here! It's GOLD!' and such things. I also broke a promise to myself, that I wasn't going to include their teenage years in this. I lied then too.

I can't keep promises for very long. I don't know why. But anyway, enjoy this complete and utter waste of a chapter for now. Plot twists are coming soon, I promise. As well as "Oh-no-I've-Been-Traumatized-Again-By-Demons-From-My-Past-So-Hold-Me" moments. Damn my romantic hormones. Damn them all.

Sugary Sweet

It had passed without incident. No mention of it was made by either party. That night might as well have never happened in the minds of the people who knew about it. Nothing had changed, besides that Kris had become much more tolerant of Ranu's possessiveness. But one would expect that anyway after how long he had been acting that way. She just got used to it is all.

So, nothing seemed really out of the ordinary with them.

"GOD DAMNIT RANU YOU BASTARD!!"

"You can't take a joke, can you?!"

A seething Kris was beating (or attempting to beat) the crap out of her best friend. Again. For replacing her shower gel with syrup. Again.

Luckily for Ranu, he escaped most of her fury. He felt a bit sorry for her furniture however.

"You're such a fucking prick, ya know that?!"

Snap!

"….poor desk…." Ranu muttered, looking at the huge crack in the wooden desk from where Kris had hit it too hard.

"What the hell was that?!" Kris continued, irate. "You're feeling sorry for the fucking desk, but you have no qualms about putting fucking sticky crap in my shower?!"

Ranu frowned suddenly. She was getting close to exploding and wrecking half of the building.

"Well…" he started, grinning and scratching the back of his head in what he knew was an innocent and clueless gesture, "I know how you like getting that sweet-smelling junk to wash yourself with, so…."

She had calmed down considerably to listen to his excuse. But a quick glance told him that she was not convinced in the least.

"…. How was I supposed to know you couldn't use syrup to wash with?" he said quickly. This was his last hope. "I mean, I was flipping through a magazine Aunt Chi left laying around, and it had all these recipe-type things in it, and it said you could use syrup for bath stuff! It said… it s-said it was a great…um… exviolator, or something…." He trailed off near the end, uncertain if she would buy it. This was the third time he had switched her liquid soap with some kind of sweet edible liquid substance.

Why, you may ask? Well, he didn't really know why. It had seemed entertaining when he first thought of it. And later, when he thought of it again. And earlier that day too.

He laughed nervously as she gave him a glare that only one who was both raised by and related to Vegeta could replicate. No doubt, Vegeta was proud that the particular brand of glare would not die out with him.

"….fine." she spat out, turning on her heel to do something, then forgetting what it was she had turned for in the first place. To cover for it, she pretended to still be angry with him and attempt to ignore him.

Ranu looked warily at her, half-mockingly. He knew very well that she couldn't stay angry with him for long, and he used that to his every advantage. The world was mind-numbingly boring for two hormonal Saiyans without a strong enemy to fight with. So, they had to find ways to amuse themselves. Who would blame him for teasing Kris day after day?

Kris herself, apparently.

He grinned wickedly to himself at first, then contorted his face into an extremely convincing pout, one that screamed "PITY ME!!!!" with such ferocity that it had been known to make Vegeta physically ill and had on occasion worked on Bra as well. Which was a mighty feat, considering she had a massive arsenal of pouts all on her own.

With that pout and teary eyes, he softly stepped just behind Kris and stayed still for a moment. Better to drag out the suspense, make her wonder what I'm up to and then when she turns back around…

True to his predictions she did in fact turn around to look at him. And his plan worked perfectly.

Her face softened instantly from the suspicious "what the hell are you up to" look to a sort of regretful "how could I have been mad at you you pathetic little creature" face that he was hoping for. It wasn't exactly flattering to be considered pathetic at the moment, but… he took what he could with Kris.

"Y-you're not mad at me…. are you?" he whimpered and stuttered on purpose. She sighed and rolled her eyes.

"…no, I'm not mad you. But you're still an idiot." She finally admitted, adding the insult to the end to keep him from getting ideas about her going soft on him.

He beamed at her, instantly dropping the pout and hugged onto her tightly, despite her protests, which were muffled against his chest anyway. After a few moments and a content hum from him, he released her and she stumbled backwards, red in the face.

"Did I suffocate you or something?" he asked, concerned.

"N-no!" she exclaimed, glaring again. But he didn't miss the fact that her face got even redder. He grinned wickedly again and Kris's eyes widened in surprise and fright.

He leered at her.

"You think I'm hot, don't ya?" he said smugly. Kris turned at least 5 different colors.

"I DO NOT YOU STUPID BAKAYARO!!!"

He sighed to himself as he narrowly dodged another ki blast.

'Ah well. Back to where we began, I suppose…'