Chapter Three: Another Bar-B-Que

"What the hell do you mean I can't train? Do you really want me to hang around these bozos?" Hope continued ranting as she followed her grandmother around the house.

"Yes, and if you continue to rant, then I'm going to shut down the gravity room and force you to spend some quality time with me and Chichi. Now, if you'll be so kind, take these dishes out to the grill and make sure that Goku doesn't eat anything until everything is done." M. Bulma replied to her steaming granddaughter as she gave her four platters of food.

"Fine, but don't expect that baka to be intact when you get out there," Hope answered as she grudgingly took the platters and headed outside. Once she had placed the food outside, she proceeded to watch the spars that were going on while everyone was waiting for the food to finish cooking. Gohan and Toran were currently in the middle of their spar. It looked like Toran would win and after a little while he did.

"You haven't been training like you should Gohan. What will you do if some evil shows up? Pray that your father can save the day again?" Toran asked as he helped Gohan up.

Before Gohan could respond, Hope chimed in, "How pathetic. You actually think that you could defeat the evils that will be coming your way? Ha! You couldn't even defeat my cat," she petted her cat that had just rubbed up against her leg. Vegeta started to laugh at this comment from his future granddaughter. Everyone was so occupied with the conversation that no one noticed the new arrival from the forest.

"I see that I've arrived at an interesting time," the new arrival stated as she stepped from the shadows of the forest.

"I was wondering when you would get here, Rydia," Toran greeted, "Everyone, this is Rydia; Rydia as you already know, this is the Z gang."

Rydia nodded at the gang. She wore a cloak that hid all but her head. She had green hair and eyes and a pale complexion. One could also notice the points of her ears poking through her hair. Piccolo looked at her with a look that one would translate as confusion and interest. He walked to her and asked, "Who are you?"

"I'm Rydia. Don't you recognize me, Dad?" she stated calmly as she walked smirking to talk with Angel who had recently stepped outside to see what the commotion was.

"Dad?" Gohan asked his long time friend and mentor.

"I'll tell you later," Piccolo answered as he watched his daughter talk to the daughter of his former enemy. The party continued and soon the food was finished and everyone began to eat.

"So, Angel, why don't you tell us about yourself? How about telling us how you and Toran met?" Goku asked.

"Well, we first met when I was about five years old. My mom let me go with my brother, Gohan, to Bulma's. It was lots of fun, because that was the first time that I had ever left the safety of Mount Pao. While Gohan was showing me around, I ran into Toran and we instantly became friends," Angel replied.

"Yup, that's how our very interesting relationship began. It was all Gohan's fault," Toran added with a laugh.

"When did you two decide that you liked each other?" questioned Goku.

"Well, let's see…it was around the time that I turned 18, Toran had just broken up with his girlfriend and I thought that I would try to get his mind off of her, so I took him out to the club that I worked at and we just kind of realized that we clicked, for lack of a better word. We started dating, which is actually quite difficult when your mothers are skipping ahead and planning your wedding and you haven't even been out on your first date.

"We dated for about 3 years and then one night, my birthday, Toran proposed. It was really funny, actually, because he couldn't balance on one knee and he had to go down to two knees and even then he almost fell over. I actually didn't know what to say, because it was so unexpected, but him falling over kind of helped me snap out of my daydream. I knew from the second I said 'yes' that our relationship would be even stranger than before, because there was the whole fact that we were kind of stuck together," Angel finished with a little laugh.

"Yeah, real funny. Crazy onna," Toran muttered under his breath.

"What was that sweetie?" Angel questioned her husband with a look that said 'don't start' and a tone that dripped with disdain.

There was a bit more talking, a lot more eating, and then it was dark. Everyone got up and headed to bed with M. Bulma leading the way, giving out room assignments to the various people. Once everyone was in a room, the house seemed to be filled with merriment from being filled again after such a long time. Everyone went to sleep with the feeling of happiness, knowing that tomorrow would be another fun-filled day.

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