Author's Note: Hello again. I hope I find all of you well. I'm still in the country home and this sunburn is still kicking my ass. My family origen sucks, being all from Britain and Scotland. All that fair skin!

I'm entering the home stretch I feel. I can begin to see the end of this and I'm started to get so excited! Please enjoy, and review with any feedback.

A week passes and I was happier than I had ever been in my entire life. Not once had a regretted go back to be with Goku. His birthday was in a countdown of only 5 days. Age 18 is a big deal for him. Grambling, smoking, voting, jail...all that adult life. I feel like such a baby.

Vegeta was throwing him a huge surprise party at Krillen's house. Don't ask why it was in Krillen's house. I assume it's so that he doesn't have to clean up when it's done.

Everything was going well though. We were happy together and we barely disagreed on anything. Howevere he felt strongly that I should not get him a birthday gift, and I did. Even worse yet, I didn't have the foggiest of what I could possibly get for him.

So I went out to the mall after work in search for the perfect present. I knew a muffler on his truck was something he desperately needed, but I felt that was a bit too impersonal being from his girlfriend.

A game for his PlayStation 2 would work, except that he had nearly all of them.

Treating him to dinner seemed to top the list, but girls aren't supposed to do that for their boyfriends, right? Just guys for girls.

I racked my brains forver until I figured out that I was ignoring the most obvious gift of all. A watch! So after work one day I went to the mall and went watch shopping. I went into the watch store and was shocked how many different type of watches really exist. A woman was drawn to me immediately as is the case in most jewelry stores. She began to show me what she had to offer.

On watch in particular caught my eye. It was beautiful and silver witha red face. Black chinese characters decorated the face. Perfect! I asked the price.

"It's yours for 200." She said.

"Uh, no?" I said slowly.

The clerk laughed. "I realize the price is a bit steep."

"A bit." I said. "Are you open to barganing?"

"I'm afraid not." Said the woman

I stared at the watch. It was absolutely beautiful. Perfect in every way, but how the hell was I supposed to afford it?

'Damn it!' I thought taking out my credit card.

I left the store with a gaping whole in my credit card balence. I picked up some wrapping paper and a card too.

I did feel better about having something to give him on his birthday other than my time. I was able to imagine that everyone was giving him a present and who doesn't have one to give? His fiance. What irony.

I wrapped the present that night in my room. Just as I was about to put the wrapping paper on, someone opened my door. I threw myself clumsily over the watch to hide it. Luckily it was only Mom.

"Did I scare you? She asked laugh. "Whatcha got there?"

"Goku's birthday present." I said removing my body from the watch.

"I see," She said smirking. "But I thought he told you not to get him anything."

I smiled. "I'm surprised at you. You honestly think I'd listen?"

"I guess your tight. May I see it?" She asked sitting down on my bed next to me. I nodded and handed her the unwrapped box. Show opened it and smiled.

"This is nice. Very nice. I feel ashamed of my gift now."

"What'd you get him?" I questioned.

"A muffler for his truck, money, and a card. I'm not exactly super Mom."

"I had thought about the muffler thing."

Both of us laughed at this. She handed back the watch and I began to wrap it.

"You wrap very neatly, don't you?" She said after watching me. "How much did you pay for that?"

"The wrapping paper? Oh I don't know. Maybe 2 dollars..."

"No, no. I mean the watch."

"Oh yeah." I said feeling stupid. "200 dollars."

She didn't blink. "200 dollars?" I nodded. "Are you a nutcase?"

I shrugged. "Probably, but I know he would really like this."

She shook her head. "I'm sure I'd have done the same for Goku's Dad when I was your age, but now I just couldn't justify it."

That was the first I'd ever heard of Goku's father from anybody. I had wondered before what had happened, why he's not around.

"Where is he?" I asked.

"He died. Goku was 6 I think. That was the year before you moved next door with your Dad. When did you guys move across town?" She said.

"I was 11 when we moved to the other house."

"Ah. You better hide that gift or he'll smash it." She said, winking.

I was surprised. Goku's Dad died the year before my Mom died. It's like an espisode of the twilight zone.

I hid his present under my bed and walked across the hall to Goku's room. Krillen was laying on Goku's bed and watching Goku play a bad round of Dance Dance Revolution on Heavy.

"Hey Cheeky!" Krillen said.

"Hi Baldie!" I said going over and hugging him. "It's been a while hasn't it?"

"School really is the place to be isn't it? It's cool being able to see your friends everyday. You're lucky."

"Yeah," Krillen said rolling his eyes. "Because SAT's are awesome."

"I hate this stupid game." Goku said after he failed.

Krillen jumped up and tried the same song. Goku sat behind me and I leaned back on him.

"I got you a birthday present!" I said in a singsong voice.

"No you didn't. I told you not to."

"You're screwed then"

We watched in silence as Krillen did th same song and level absolutely flawlessly ("Go to hell Krillen."). DDR went on, but as it does, got old. Krillen said he should go.

"Five days man!" He said giving Goku a high five at the door.

The five days went rapidly. On the 5th day, the day of the surprise party, I got home from work at about 5. Goku still hadn't come home yet, but in another hour he would be.

I washed my hair and shaved my legs and began to get ready. The story was set. We had 'dinner' plans that I had 'arranged' at the 'Japanese Restaraunt' (AN: I need a restock on quotations!).

I put on a pair of white and black checkered pants and a black t shirt I braided my hair into pigtails and put diamon studs into my ears. I got out the jewelry cleaner and cleaned my ring until it sparkled.

Goku got home at 6, right before I was about to put make-up on.

"Hello my love." He said. He walked into the bathroom and kissed me romantically. His mouth tasted like mints.

"I'll be in and out of the shower really quick and then we'll go okay?" He said. I nodded.

About the time that I finished my make-up, he knocked on the door wearing a dark green shirt and khaki cargo pants. I smiled. He's just so cute!

"You ready?" He asked.

"Yeah, let me go get my keys." (His car was getting the new muffler instaled.) He followed me to my room. I bent down and got his present out from under my bed. I handed it to him.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" He stared at the package. "You might as well accept it because it's not going back."

He sighed and slowly unwrapped it. When he opened the box, he smiled. "I love it." He said. He put it on the he kissed me. It was probably a bit too deep considering we stayed like this for about 10 minutes.

"Ahem," I said. "We have to go to dinner."

In the car we cranked up the stereo and played bad 80's music. I've nevere laughed so hard.

"I have to stop at Krillen's house to get a book I lent to him a few days ago." I yelled over the music.

I turned onto Krillen's road and pulled into his driveway. I turned off the car. "You might as well come in. He'll want to say happy birthday I'm sure."

We walked up the sidewalk hand in hand. I rang the door bell and it wasn't until 30 seconds later he answered the door.

"Hey guys. Oh yeah Chi-Chi, your book. Well, come in a second." Krillen said.

We stepped inside. What happens next? Come on! It's a TOTAL movie clique!

"SURPRISE!" Everyone yells as they jump out of hiding. Goku was surprised all right. The grip on my hand intensified for a second. He smiled widely.

It was crazy to see all my friends from our high school. Krillen was right, you never really see anyone if you don't go to school. I talked to everyone atleast once that night. It didn't matter if I knew them or not.

Bulma and Maron were acting like the grusome twosome again. It never mattered how much they fought, because they'd be back to being best friends in no time. We all danced to the music in the middle of the living room. We shared gossip too.

Aparently Bulma's ex-boyfriend Jake turned out to be gay and was found kissing Federico, Maron's ex-boyfriend from Argentina. A girl in my old history class named Hannah turned out to be a drug addict and someone found her giving a blowjob to some guy in the boys locker room. But I think that the most juicy gossip was that the boy who sat next me Goku and I in spanish class named Rielly had killed himself.

The girls and I arranged a sleepover too. Bulma would bring popcorn and some movies.

Soon everyone was dancing around in the living room to the music. It felt like old times again. Well, more like 6 months ago, but whatever. Goku, Krillen, and Vegeta joined our ranks too. Someone got on the mic and said "Hey Goku, here's your favorite!" Sweet Child Of Mine by Guns and Roses started playing. Goku smirked and took me by the hand. We slow danced to the song.

She's got a smile and it seems to be,

Reminds me of childhood memories.
Where everything
Was as fresh as the bright blue sky.
Now and then when I see her face,
She takes me away to that
special place.
And if I stared too long,
I'd probably break down and cry.

Sweet child o' mine
Sweet love of mine

I smiled widely and let out a laugh. This wasmy favorite song too.

She's got eyes of the bluest skies,
As if they thought of rain,
I hate to look into those eyes,
And see an ounce of pain.
Her hair reminds me
of a warm safe place,
Where as a child I'd hide,
And pray for the thunder
And the rain
To quietly pass me by.

"I don't know how to even explain this shit to you in words you know. How much I adore you. How much I think about you?" He said.

"I think I understand." I said and lost myself in his eyes.

We all partied into the little hours of the morning. At 4:30 Goku and I arrived back to the house. Both of us were physically exhausted, but mentally we knew we couldn't sleep for hours. Since neither of us were going to work in the morning, we stayed up to watch Edward Scissorhands.

"Winona Rider is pretty hot in this movie." I smacked him playfully on the chest and then leaned back on him again. "Have you ever had a lesbian relationship?"

Me, not missing a beat responded "That's random."

"Have you?"

"Yeah. Once."

He laughed lightly. "That's sexy."

"Yeah." I said snuggling into his arms and falling asleep.

Author's note: Sorry about the odd ending. I was feeling funny I guess.

I don't know exactly what to say, I don't want to feel like I'm complaining, but I recieved a single review for my last chapter and that isn't exactly a great feeling. My past chapters haven't been up to par, and I realize this. I never thought I'd lose the spark in this fic, but it's happened. I feel like, as a writer, I've failed. So I need some honest opinions and don't be afraid to tell the truth. If enough of you would honestlydon't care that this fan-fiction were not to be picked up again, I might discontinue writing.

Please tell me your opinion.

Annie Bacchi