Author's Note: CURSES! I detest this bloody mockery of a computer! So I had something wonderful along the lines of5 pages typed and what happens? It erases. It makes me want to RAGE!

So here it is again. I hope I can make it better than when I wrote it last.

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The carriage trotted happily along the road. We passed through a more heavily populated district and people from the street would stop, smile or stare. I felt like royalty. The night was approaching and our shadows were long with over sized movements.

I've always loved this time of night. When I was little, I used to look at my shadow and say 'Look Daddy! I'm bigger than you are!' Then the cynical bastard would stand next to me. Of course his shadow would be longer than mine and I would pout. Then he'd pick me up and put my on his shoulders and carry me around.

Occasionally he'd put me in a tree and walk away until I screamed for him to let me down. 'What's that sound? Why do I feel like I'm forgetting something?'

I smiled at the memories playing in my head. "…is that all right?" someone said to me.

"Hm? God, I'm sorry. I wasn't listening." I asked.

"Figured." Goku said. "The look on your face said it all. I wanted to say that I have dinner reservations in a place that I won't tell you anything about, or we can go to some place else if you had it in mind."

"Surprises are good. I like surprises."

We kept our pace for about 20 minutes until we arrived to a small stone mansion on the outskirts of town. I had never seen this place before. We went up a winding driveway and once we reached the top, the view took my breath away.

A grassy platform had a table decorated with a sparkling white table cloth, two perfect white candles, two crystal wine glasses, shining silverware, and the waiter was setting down two plates of food, covered by a silver dome.

The scenery behind it all was simply amazing. The table overlooked a vineyard in the valley below and in the distance was a winding river.

I took Goku's arm and we walked over to the table together. He pulled out my chair and I sat down. The waiter, dressed in a tux himself, lifted the silver domes from out plates. Garlic chicken with a side of lightly seasoned mashed potatoes and two veggie rolls sat underneath. It was my perfect meal. I felt Goku's eyes searching to see if he had gotten it right. I cleared my throat and stared at him boredly.

"But it's your favorite!" He said in an exasperated tone. His eyes seemed worried.

"I'm just screwing with your mind." I said, picking up my fork and laughing at him.

He picked up his own cutlery and muttered something about 'chicks' as he began to eat.

The food was amazing. For dessert, I had my choice of a marble cake, lemon pie, ice cream, or devil's food. I opted for the lemon pie, and Goku chose devil's food and the dish of ice cream. One or twice he spoon fed me some ice cream.

Once we had finished, the sun had set and we began on our way again. We entered town and began to get stared at again. The ballroom where we would be having our prom was in the center of the city. It took about 5 minutes longer to get to the ballroom.

As we were about to enter the driveway leading to the front door, a few people on the sidewalks began to clap. I recognized a few as teachers in elegant evening wear, and some were just passing by on the street. The clapping intensified as we got closer to the door. I smiled the biggest smile I could have possibly smiled in my entire life. A few were snapping photos.

We stopped in front of the doors and Goku sprang out from his side and walked quickly over to my side. He held out his hand and I took it as I stepped down from the carriage. The outside was decorated with a long red carpet and a large balloon arch in front of the doorway. I thought the arch looked rather tacky with our school colors of red and orange, but it was the thought that counted I suppose.

We entered and saw the ballroom in a whole new light. The ceiling was decorated in white christmas lights. In the front of us was a large wooden dance floor with a disco ball hanging above it. To the right were many tables decorated with three white candles in the center of each. The right was the snack table. It seemed like we may have been the last to arrive.

"There's everybody." Goku said, pointing to a table in the middle of the group. Sure enough, there were Rini, Brad, Bulma, Vegeta, Maron, and Krillen. We walked over to them as well.

As soon as the girls laid eyes on me, it was off to the bathroom to spill gossip about dinners. The bathroom was beautiful too, with a sitting room outside with a door separating the toilets from the room.

"We went to the Italian place on 5th. It was nice. Someone played the accordion for us." Bulma said, smiling.

Everyone looked at me. I told them about the vineyard and the wonderful dinner. I felt myself blush a bit.

"We went to Miko's…" Rini started.

"I went there for homecoming!" Maron and I said in unison. All of us broke into laughter.

Rini told us all about the food, the service, the romantic chatter. It must have been her first time there.

Maron had a huge smile on her face. "We went to Rick's Diner on Front Street! It was totally bitchin'! We listened to the jukebox, and danced to some 50's swing in the middle of the floor. It was the most fun I've ever had in my entire life."

Crazily enough I felt somewhat jealous of the experience that Maron had with Krillen. Simplicity and spontaneity on prom dates were always remembered. Well, so was a long romantic dinner overlooking a vineyard.

"So what's the verdict? Who's all coming to my country house after this?" Bulma asked, rubbing her hands together.

Maron nodded. Rini raised her hand. "I didn't know that we're going to your country house."

Rini cleared her throat and raised an eyebrow. "What makes you think you're invited?"

I bit my lip and looked down at the floor. "I… sorry."

We all sat in uncomfortable silence.

Rini slapped my arm. "You idiot, of course you're invited. It was kind of a spur of the moment thing we decided when we got here. You arrived a little late so had time to talk about this stuff. Jesus Chi, we love you!"

My heart pounded and my face flushed. "Rancid whore."

"So are you coming?" Bulma asked.

"Sure."

"Invite Goku too. We're all going. Dates included." Maron pointed out.

"Yes. Yes, that too." Bulma said, nodding in agreement.

We all walked out to the table once again. I sat next to Goku. "So do you want to go out to Bulma's country house tonight? We'd be there until Sunday afternoon."

I laughed. "Yeah. Let's go. We can just stop by the house afterwards and meet somewhere."

"So it's settled then!" he said.

A quick waltz struck up in place of the rap song that had just been playing. When I was about 10 or 12, I took dance classes to lose weight. I had really enjoyed it, but I didn't have much time to practice anymore, or a partner actually.

Goku stood up and held out his hand. "Care to dance?"

I took it and we walked over to the dance floor. I put my right hand on his shoulder and fit my left into his outstretched hand. His extra hand fit into the small of my back. We began to twirl around the dance floor in perfect rhythm.

"How do you… when…?" I said, baffled.

"When I was about 8, my Mom made me take ballet and tap. It was super embarrassing if you can imagine a boy being in a class with all girls. I begged and pleaded to quit but she wouldn't let me. I compromised and asked to take swing and ballroom dance. Mom is a big dance nut. She could have definitely gone on to be super famous when she was younger, but then my brother came along. She actually went to France on a ballet scholarship for college. Sometimes you can still catch her dancing around the house when she thinks no one is looking."

"So do you still practice?" I asked.

"All the time. With her actually. It's been a lot more since we started school again. How do you know?"

"Two words. 'Fat camp'."

Rini and Brad were also trying to dance. He must have taken classes as well, but Rini was still learning. It was cute to see them dance slowly to the fast beat. A few of the other students looked like Rini and Brad trying to get something going. Another couple, two of the bigger nerds in our school were also dancing, but with absolute gracefulness and beauty. They kept staring into each others eyes and smiling happily.

When the song finished, Goku dipped me down low, almost touching the floor. I giggled insanely.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, if I could have your attention please! If all of you would gather around, I'd like to announce this years Prom King and Queen!" The DJ announced. After about a minute the dance floor was swarming with people.

My eyes looked over to Sarah Black, the most popular girl in school. She was on the volleyball team and was very tall with blonde hair. Despite how she tried to be nice to everyone, she was one of the biggest bitches I had ever met. She smiled and looked around like she knew what was coming. Her eyes caught mine and she winked.

The rules of prom royalty at our school are pretty screwed up. We didn't have a prom court, nor did only the seniors vote. Everybody, including the underclassmen, voted for any one of the senior boys and senior girls who they thought was most deserving of the title of Prom King and Queen.

I almost always vote for the underdog. Some might call it a wasted vote, but I vote for the people who I think would carry the title proudly and not use it to boost their ego. Like Sarah Black for example.

"Who did you vote for this year?" I whispered to Goku.

"You know Ryan Adams? The tall red haired kid on the baseball team? He's a nice guy. For the girl I voted for Maron actually. She's areally nice girl, and I'd love to see her face light up when she got the crown put on her head. What about you?"

"I voted for Keegan Bates. He took me to my first high school formal and he was my lab partner in Chemistry. He's not real popular, but he's a sweet guy." I said.

"And the girl?"

"Same as you. Maron would just be so adorable. She'd remember this forever and she wouldn't get bitchy about it."

"This year's Prom King is Mr. …" He opened an envelope. "Sean Stone!"

I applauded weakly. Sean was a total meathead. His pet rock could manage a better GPA than he could. He barely managed to keep passing grades just so he could maintain his position on the wrestling team. He looked nice though. He was wearing a white tux with a red carnation pinned to it. He smiled a big goofy grin while the put his sash around him and placed the crown on his head.

As the applause died down, the DJ pulled out another envelope. "And this year's Prom Queen is…" I crossed my fingers and prayed it wasn't going to be Sarah Black. "Maron Rockafellow!"

I let out a small but happy scream and looked over to Maron, who was a few feet away from me and looking very confused. A small smile began to form on her face. She walked gracefully up and on to the stage (which was amazing since she was wearing her huge heals). The principal came up from behind her and put the crown on her head. She had a big, surprised smile on her face. I snapped a quick picture with my digital camera. The head secretary put the sash around her.

Maron and Mr. Meatforbrains danced for their required 1 minute until everyone could join in dancing and they could change partners. Maron rushed over to us.

"Oh my god you guys!" She said, hugging all the girls in one big group. "I never would have ever guessed!"

After the excitement was over, the dance continued at a slower pace. We all traded dancing partners at some point throughout the night. First I danced with Krillin who stumbled a bit, but was nice to talk to when we were dancing. It felt like I was dancing with an old elementary school friend. Then again, I was.

Vegeta danced amazingly sexy like, pulling me very close. He didn't say much, but anything he had to say, he whispered into my ear. It gave me shivers down my back.

Brad danced much in the style of two junior high kids when he danced with me. Well, not exactly. He closed the huge gap in between us, but my arms were around his shoulders and his hands were one my waist.

When I finally got back to Goku I was happy. His one hand was on my waist and the other he held up to enlace in mine, much like married couples dance on their wedding night. I rested my head into his chest and closed my eyes. It felt like I was floated, rather than dancing.

The night eventually winded down, and there we all were standing outside and making plans. "We'll all meet in one hour outside my house. Any carpool arrangements have to be made individually. Bring any clothes, drinks, food, or…" she cleared her throat. "personal items that one may need. In other words, I'm not handing out condoms tonight, people." All the girls blushed deep shades of red.

"Any games that you're interested in bringing we may have at the house. However, if anyone is interested in bringing a twister set, you will be considered God. Bring a swimsuit. If there's any random question you have for me, ask it now."

"Electricity?" Brad asked.

"Please, I'm Bulma Briefs. You don't really have to ask that. Anything else?"

The group was silent. "Okay!" Bulma said and clapped her hands together once. "One hour, my place! Be there or be square!"

Goku and I took a taxi back to the house since the night was cold and a carriage ride would be completely ridiculous. He apologized profusely for coming back in such a crude manner. I told him to can it.

When we entered the house, Mom was sleeping on the couch. She awoke with a start. "How was it?" She asked feebly.

"Wonderful." I said. Goku darted upstairs to begin getting his stuff together.

"So what's the plan now?" She asked.

"We're going to Bulma's country house for the rest of the weekend. It's not too far from here. I'll have my cell phone and so will Goku."

"Cool. Now if you excuse me, I'm old and have no reason to be tired, therefore I'm going to bed." She said, smiling at me sleepily.

"Night Mom." I said, kissing her cheek. "See ya Sunday night."

I ran upstairs to change out of my dress and put on some sweatpants and more comfortable gear. As I entered my room and hung up my dress, a strange thought crossed my mind. That was my prom dress. The last big high school memory I'd have before taking the walk across the stage to get my diploma. The thing that I'd been looking forward to since I entered junior high was over in a course of only 6 hours.

I changed into a pair of blue sweatpants and a red tank top. I grabbed a few pair of underwear, a bra, my swim suit, a faded sundress that I used as a beach cover, a few changes of clothes and my toiletries. I opened the medicine cabinet in my bathroom. I stared at the box of condoms on the bottom shelf and the two tablets of emergency contraceptive next to them. Should I?

I grabbed them. Better safe than sorry.

I slung my bag over my shoulder. Goku was looking in the hall closet where we kept all the games. He took out Twister and Trivial Pursuit.

"So," He said, shutting the closet door. "are we ready?"

"Mmmhmm." I nodded. "We'll take your car, thanks."

So we climbed into Goku's truck and drove to Bulma's house. Everyone was outside and waiting.

"Are we all here?" Bulma asked. She counted really quick. "Yep! Okay then! Vegeta and I lead, and everyone else follow! Let's goooooo!"

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Author's Note: Bah! I apologize for that exceptionally long period of time. I've got an excuse, and no one can deny that it was a pretty good excuse.

I saw STAR WARS TODAY! It was so wonderful… The part where Padme was naming the babies seemed very forced, but it was amazing to see that Darth Vader had feelings. God, that Anakin was hot when his eyes glowed with evil.

See ya next chapter! Annie Bacchi