Ample Wishes

By...shinobiprincess08

--- Here's my next story…my third one. The last one I wrote, Warrior's Gold…it wasn't too good. So I pulled it from the site to redo it at another time. Hope the reviewers of that story didn't mind. I just hated the way it ended. For now, I'm starting a new one. Please, read and review. And no flames! I'd appreciate it.---

Disclaimer: I don't own Dragon Ball Z or its sequel. That includes the characters and plots--got it?

Chapter One:

The day began as a crisp, cool morning in West City. The sun's rays attempted to warm patches of the city, although it was still quite chilly.

Bra's face was met with a stray ray, peeping through her window's blinds. The light warmed her face. She scrunched up her nose and buried herself deeper in her covers.

Her face may have been warm, but her body was not.

" Heat," she murmured, getting up. She kept her blanket draped around her, going down the hall to set the thermostat.

No one was up, yet, so the house was still peaceful. She went downstairs to make her a warm mug of cocoa. That should stop the chill.

The Son family had just moved to West City, by the insistence of Bulma. They bought a nice home in a rural section of West City, and spent a week moving in and settling down.

Goku didn't feel quite at home. Where were the trees? The openness?

Well, he'd deal with that another time. Right now, he needed some breakfast in his tummy.

" ChiChi!" Goku nudged at his wife's back. " Wake up!"

"…" She groaned. " What, Goku?"

" It's morning," he informed.

"…so?"

"…well…breakfast," Goku said.

"…" ChiChi didn't move.

" ChiChi?"

" Goku, I'm tired!" she snapped. " I've been setting up all week! Why don't you make yourself useful for once and make your own breakfast…"

"…" Goku sat up, slightly annoyed. He'd never been annoyed at ChiChi until now. He got out of bed, washed, and dressed. He left their bedroom and gladly left ChiChi to her peace.

" Mornin', dad!" Goten and Gohan said in unison as Goku appeared in the kitchen.

" Good mornin'." Goku sighed. " Your mother doesn't seem to be getting up any time soon…so we're left to fend for ourselves, men."

" No breakfast?" Goten's stomach growled.

" It's no big deal. Mom needs a break, anyway. She deserves one," Gohan declared. " Why don't we go to a waffle shack and pick up breakfast there?"

" Or we can hit it at Bulma's!" Goten suggested. " I'm sure she won't mind!"

" Great idea!" Goku exclaimed.

" Not a great idea," Gohan said. " We'll be disturbing them so early--"

" Bulma won't mind!" Goten was already headed for the door. " You guys coming?"

" Heck yeah!" Goku replied. " What about you, Gohan?"

"…let me tell Mom where we're going," he murmured. He knew he wasn't going to win this one.

Goten knocked eagerly on the Briefs' door.

Bra was startled. Who could that be so early on a Saturday morning? Maybe some executive looking for Mom.

" Well, Mom's asleep," she said to herself, going to the front door. When she opened it, she was further startled by looking at the three Son men at the doorstep. Goten and Goku grinned foolishly while Gohan's was more sheepish. " Hi, guys," she finally said. " Uh…come in."

" Thank you!" Goten exclaimed, walking in behind her. Goku and Gohan followed.

" So…what brings you here so early?" Bra wondered.

" Breakfast!" Goku grinned. Gohan hid his face.

"…breakfast? Well…no one's even up here, yet," she said. " In fact, no one even eats here until well after eight."

Goku's stomach growled loudly.

" Well, I guess we'll be going to a waffle shack, now--right?" Gohan said.

" Oh, no harm!" Bra assured. " I'll tell Mom that you're here. I'm sure that she won't mind."

" Thanks, Bra!" Goten said happily. He watched her as she left. " Wow…"

" Wow, what?" Goku said.

"…she's cute," Goten replied.

"…just don't say that around Vegeta, okay?" Gohan felt more like a baby sitter right now.

" Good morning, guys!" Bulma was soon downstairs in her fuzzy robe and slippers.

" Mornin', Bulma!" Goku and Goten exclaimed.

"…mornin'," Gohan said quietly.

" They're here for breakfast," Bra giggled.

" Well, actually--" Gohan began.

"--no big deal. I think I can whip up a feast or two," Bulma interrupted, winking.

"…" Gohan slumped in his shoulders.

" Are we having bacon?" Goku asked hungrily.

" Pancakes?" Goten chirped.

" We'll see," Bulma laughed, shaking her head.

"…" Bra spotted Goten grinning at her, and she politely smiled back and looked away. She saw Gohan go into the living room. She was about to follow, but her father entered the room.

"…the hell…damned…early," was all anyone understood from Vegeta. He sat at the table, eyes barely open. He glared at Kakarot and his youngest boy. "…what are you doing here?"

" They're here to eat, Vegeta. Be nice." Bulma started on stacks of pancakes and frying pounds of delicious, juicy bacon.

" Why can't you eat at home?" he inquired.

" ChiChi's not feeling too good," Goku replied.

" Oh, I hope she gets better. Remind me to stop by later on," Bulma said.

" You men cannot cook for yourselves?" Vegeta prodded.

" Nope," Goten answered. Vegeta rolled his eyes.

" Leave them alone," Bulma scolded. " It's not like you ever make your own meals."

"…" Vegeta fell silent.

"…" Bra forced back a giggle. Then she instantly remembered that one of their guests were in the living room. She softly excused herself and walked through the doorway.

"…" Gohan looked up. He was sitting on the sofa, fiddling with his fingers. " Hello," he greeted shyly.

" Hi." Bra was equally as shy, a quite unusual trait for her. She sat on the sofa across from him. " Why are you in here all by yourself?"

" Well…no real reason. Just for a little peace I guess." He shrugged.

" Oh." Bra looked down at her half-empty mug. What would she accomplish here, anyway?

" So…uh…you're Trunks's sister," Gohan said, just to make conversation. She nodded. " My brother has a crush on you--I guess I should warn you."

" Oh?" Bra sort of noticed it, too. He was staring at her way too much.

" Yeah." Gohan continued to play with his hands. " I kind of wish they wouldn't force themselves on you guys--you know, about making breakfast."

" Hey, no worries here," Bra smiled. " It's actually boring here on Saturday mornings. Your family livened it up."

"…" He chuckled. " Yeah, they're something…"

"…" She discreetly studied his face. She liked his face. It had a youngness to it, although it was obvious that he was grown. His short, spiky hair made him adorable. She found herself developing a crush on him, as young as she was.

"…" Gohan looked up and met her eyes, although for a mere second. Hers were surprised and shifted quickly. His was embarrassed, he didn't know why. He looked back down at his hands.

" Breakfast's ready!" Goten called.

Breakfast was finished an hour later, as everyone ate pretty quickly.

" Well, I guess we'll be going," Goku said, smacking his lips.

" Yeah." Goten burped. Gohan groaned.

" Without a thank you?" he asked.

" Oh. Yeah. Thanks, Bulma!" Goku said.

" Yeah, thanks, Bulma!" Goten repeated.

"…" Gohan watched them walk out of the door without offering to help with the dishes. " Bulma…please, let me help with the dishes. Breakfast was delicious."

" Thank you, but no need--I've got the--"

"--I insist."

"…well…thank you," Bulma smiled. " You're still sweet."

" No problem." Gohan began to pick up dishes and put them into the sink to be washed. Bra admired him as he did this. She was about to help when Goten called her over.

" Can you come here for a sec, Bra?" he asked.

"…" She dreadfully walked to where he was. " Yes?"

" I know this is short notice and all…but would you like to, you know, hang out one day? Somewhere?"

"…" Bra didn't want to hurt his feelings, but she didn't want to go with him, either. " Um…"

" You can think about it, okay? I'll be back, later," Goten said. " See ya later."

"…bye." Bra waved goodbye. She didn't know what excuse she'd come up with the next time he'd come. " Hey, let me help you with those." Bra was back in the kitchen, by the sink. " I'll wash, you dry."

" No--I'll wash. You dry." Gohan smiled, handing her a rag. " No need to get those perfect hands wet."

"…" She slightly blushed and hoped he didn't see it. They stood together washing and drying.

--- What did you think? I hope you liked it. Please, review, so I can decide whether to keep going with this idea. I'm not too sure. Thank you for reading! And, another thing. If I change a chapter, or replace or remove a story, I'll post it on the bottom of my profile. Thanks for reading!---