Agh, so sorry about the seriousness of the past chapter; back to humor now though! YAY!

Chapter 6 – Boobs, Cars, and Illegal Dates

"I wasn't expecting any visitors…"

"DON'T OPEN THE DOOR, MA!"

Marron exploded down the steps, but lost her footing, and fell down the second flight and off the edge, landing, literally on top of her mother, who was running to answer the ringing doorbell. She hopped up and proceded to trample her mother's head while she ran to the door.

"I…got it…"

Too late. Her father had already opened the door, and looked mildly surprised by the young man standing in the doorway. He stuck out his hand stiffly and introduced himself.

"I'm Krillin."

Yamcha grinned. "Nice to meet ya." he said cheerily, grabbing his hand and shaking until he almost dislocated the man's shoulder. Marron hurried over in between them. She knew how overprotective her father could be. "Ma, Dad, this is Yamcha, Yamcha, this is my mom and dad…great…we did the introductions, now we gotta go…bye!" She grabbed Yamcha's arm and pulled him hurriedly down the hall towards the elevator.

Pan peered discreetly out her door, watching the scene unfold down the hall. She quickly grabbed the cordless phone and called up Uub.

"Uhhh…hello Mrs. Jin…yes this is Pan…no, I'm STILL not going out with your son…yes, I'd like to speak with him…hello? No Lai, I want to speak with your brother. No, I do not think you're a prostitute…yes you are very pretty…NO, I AM NOT A LESBIAN…agh…just put Uub on…"

"Hullo?"

"Uub, your family is fucked."

"Tell me something I don't know…what's up?"

"You got anything to do today?"

"No, why?"

"Meet me over at my place in a half hour. And this time put some clothes on."

"Well, last time you said it was casual Friday!"

"That meant go home and change out of your school uniform…not come over in your boxers…"

"…fine…but I'm not going to do my hair."

"Whatever. Bye."

"Bye."

"Bye!"

"LAI, YOU WHORE, STOP EASEDROPPING AND HANG UP THE PHONE!"

"Sorry Uub!"

Click.

"Goten, you prick! LET ME DOWN FROM HERE!"

Pan was tied, from her ankles, to the bar in the closet that the coats were hung from. Her uncle, Goten, laughed immaturely. She thrashed around crazily, trying to get to the rope.

"I swear to fucking god if you don't let me down from here right now I will break this bar down and kill you!"

"Oh really? And how will you do that. You'd break your neck if you could even break the bar…and even if you didn't, how could you catch me with your ankles bound like that?"

"Stop making me look like an idiot and untie me! I got things to do today!"

"Oh really?"

"Yes!"

"…like?"

"Let me down, Goten."

"For someone who took karate for 4 years, you sure are easy to catch."

"Let me down!"

"Rope 'em in cowboy! Rodeo hero!" He laughed again.

"LET ME DOWN!"

"Use your super karate skills to get down!"

"DADDY!"

Goten started. "Okay, okay! Fine!" He started to pull at the rope.

"Ow! HELL! That hurts!"

"Uh oh…"

"Uh oh what!"

"I can't get the knot out…"

"YOU WHAT!"

"Marron! You have company!"

"She can't come to the door right now, Videl! She's a little…tied up…at the moment!" Goten laughed hysterically at his own bad joke and walked out of the closet, slamming the door shut. Pan started thrashing around even more, until she realized she was cutting off the circulation in her ankles.

"SOMEBODY GET ME OUT OF HERE!"

Marron sat down in the passenger side of Yamcha's car, enjoying the fact she was out of the house. She knew when she got back her parents would hound her about who he was and exactly how old he was. In all honesty, Marron wasn't she about the last one. She just assumed him to be the same age as all the other seniors she knew…seventeen or eighteen years old.

"I'm nineteen."

"You're WHAT!"

'I knew I shouldn't have asked…'

She could tell that Yamcha was a bit annoyed by her…overenthusiastic…response, and she took a few deep breaths and sighed. She was about to say something, when Yamcha began to talk again.

"I got left back last year, okay…jeez…" he rolled his eyes and turned on the radio. "OH! I love this song!" He turned the radio up to full blast and started singing loudly.

"Welcome to the juuuuuuungle! We got fun and gaaaaaaaames! We got everything you want! Honey we know the naaaaaaaames!"

"Yamcha!"

"We are the people that can fiiiiiiiiind whatever you may neeeeeeeeeeed!"

"Put your hands back on the wheel!"

"If you got your money, honey we got your diseaaaaaase!"

"PEDESTRIANS!"

"In the jungle! Welcome to the jungle! Watch it bring it to your knees, knees!"

"HIT THE BRAKES!"

"I WANNA WATCH YOU BLEED!"

The car skidded to a halt, right before it crashed into four kids crossing the street. He motioned towards an arcade and turned off the radio. Marron was shaking uncontrollably. Yamcha just grinned. "That was to loosen you up!" he patted her roughly on the back. "You loose?"

"About as loose as a 90-year old nun."

"Ouch."

Uub knocked cautiously on the closet door. "Pan? You in there?" He opened the door and saw her gnawing viciously at the ropes. Her short, black hair flopped limply as she peered down at the intruder. Her eyes lit up excitedly.

"Uub!" she yelled happily, her over-enthusiasm making her pajama top slide over her face…showing him, well, everything. Uub's face turned bright red.

"Uh…well, uh…I…ugh…"

He would've saw Pan go even redder…that is, if her shirt weren't covering her face. "Please…just, ignore it and untie me…"

"That's…uh…kinda tough to do…"

"YOU ARE SUCH A PERVERT!"

"W-WELL WHAT EXACTLY DO YOU EXPECT? THEY'RE STARING ME IN THE FUCKIN FACE!"

"UNTIE ME…NOW!"

"From this day forward I am wearing a bra to bed." Pan said, the red still very visible in her face, as she put on her shoes. Uub tried to lighten the situation. "Well! At least they're big and…"

"…"

"Shut up?"

"Now you're getting it."

Uub twiddled his thumbs absentmindedly, trying to get the awkwardness of the moment to go away. Right when he was about to say something, Pan spoke up.

"We're going to keep an eye on Marron."

Uub cocked his head. "Why?"

"As much as I like Yamcha…I just don't trust him with her…the little country girl is way too naïve about him…they'll end up getting their signals crossed and…" Pan moved her finger across her neck. "Yamcha's in jail for statutory rape."

"Screw that! We'll be out a drummer! And a good one at that!"

"…"

"Shut up?

"Exactly."

Yamcha grabbed Marron's hand. "Come with me." he said kindly. "I got something really cool to show you." She followed him down the winding pavements, blocks and blocks away from the arcade until the cement started to fade away into a rocky path. The air was warm for mid-November, but the sun was already beginning to travel westwards. The stone path seemed to rise higher and higher up…either that or the ground was descending. It was a cliff face. She looked down and saw the grass quickly turn into soft, white sand. Even that, though, started to disappear, and the soft crashing of water against the rock was replacing the screams of naughty children.

"It looked like something was on your mind. This is a nice place to clear it, you know."

Marron sighed deeply. Was she that easy to read? Apparently so, if he could tell that easily. She nodded, her mind on other things…another person….

"It's a guy, isn't it?" he asked gently. He could tell by Marron's shocked expression that he had hit pay dirt. She just nodded again. He looked at her and smiled.

"I can make you forget about him. If you want."

"How?"

"Like this." he kissed her tenderly on the lips. Marron blushed feverishly. "There. All better, right Blondie?" He grinned internally on how flustered he made her. Suddenly, he fell forward, a rock bouncing off his skull.

"JAIL FUCKING BAIT, YOU IDIOT!" screamed a familiar, angry teen. "Oopsie…" Yamcha fell forward off the cliff, and into the lake below. He immerged wet, pissed, and swearing worse than a truck driver.

"PAN YOU FUCKING BITCH WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU THROW A FUCKING ROCK AT MY MOTHER FUCKING HEAD! GOD FUCKING DAMMIT ONCE I GET UP THERE I AM GOING TO FUCKING SLAUGHTER YOU, DO YOU HEAR ME! YEAH, YOU BETTER RUN YOU DAMN BITCH! UUB! FUCKING HELL! YOU'RE IN ON THIS TOO? FUCKING SPYING ON ME! WHY THE HELL DID YOU EVEN KNOW WHERE THE FUCK I WAS!"

And on and on like that.

I guess I'm compensating a bit for the two past short chapters. Ah well.

Love and Peace!