A/N: GOMEN! So sorry! I didn't expect it to take this long, but it's a lot harder than I thought it would be. Personally, it's really hard to write the way Jane Austen did. I might have to revise this chapter and stick with more modern vocabulary. I might even have to stick it in modern times period (just with the same underlying Elizabethan feel). Read and lemme know!

Thanks to all who reviewed though! Ya'll pushed me to try harder!

Chapter One: New Neighbors

It is a truth universally acknowleged, that a single man in possession of a great fortune must be in want of a wife. –Jane Austen (Volume, the First)

The sun, high in the sky, spread a warmth through the presence of the lovely young lady that shifted easily through the tall grasses of their park. It wasn't often that summers were so very nice this long, so as to allow her the pleasure and silence of nature. Such was quite different from the everyday atmosphere of her home. With a sigh escaping her slightly rouged lips, the young maid continued on her way, barely noticing two tall men aloft on horseback.

The first voice she heard upon entrance to her humble home was, as usual, the rather loud voice of dear mama, who happened to be scurrying to and fro, hurrying her youngest daughters for church.

"My dears! We'll be late if you do not hurry. Oh! Where is Hill? Hill! Hiiiilllll!" Mrs. Briefs continued on her search, nearly running over the older woman. "Hill! Thank heavens, I found you. Attend to Miss Marron presently, or we shall never get to church!"

Hill, the old servant that had had a hand in raising each of the girls simply curtseyed before chasing down all of the younger girls. At this time, appeared old Mr. Briefs, with graying hair, and no sons to alleviate the female rattle that happened on a daily basis. He approached his second eldest with tired steps.

"Ah, out for a walk again Bulma?" He grabbed her elbow and led her outside, cane in hand.

Bulma smiled, tying her bonnet's sash tighter. "Yes Papa. I figured it was time for me to come home for church. Though, I am a bit disappointed that no one is ready yet." Mr. Briefs let out a dry chuckle before patting his daughter's arm. "I am afraid that we will be late yet again this service."

"Oh no we won't!" cried Marron, the youngest of the five daughters. She led the trail of women to the two figures that waited by the path.

"Come my dears, we will have to run to make it in without embarrassment!" Mr. Briefs and the missus hurredly led their family to the large chapel, situated on the main road.

After church proved to be no different for the Briefs: Father was quite intent on rushing home to the sanctity of the library, while Mother would much rather keep up with her husband to tell him the great buzz that already made rounds around their park.

"My dear Mr. Briefs! Have you heard the news? Well of course not, for you never pay much attention to important matters like these. You want I should tell you?" Mrs. Briefs tried her best to catch her husband's eye, but only ended up stopping abruptly, causing the chain of daughters to kick up dirt in their wake.

Again, Father walked on, not really caring, for most ladies only gossiped on one another's manner of dress, etc. etc. Mother would not be swayed. "Mt. Paozu Park has been let 1 at last!" Father let his sentiments be known that he did, in fact, rejoice in the knowledge that the grand old house no longer collected dust.

"Ah! But I can wager 2 that you have no idea who has bought the place."

Only the giggles of her daughters let her know that someone was still breathing.

"Well? Don't you want to know who our neighbors are to be?"

"You want to tell me, and I have no objection to hearing it." At this, his very happy wife pounced.

"Mr. Son! He is perhaps the richest man that ever graced our humble presence. And to think, the he is here of all places! Ha, isn't this wonderful?" She clasped her hands together as they crossed the entry to their home.

"Is he single or married?"

"AH! And this is the best news out of all we have heard today…he is very much single. He is very rich. What a fine match he'll make for one of our girls. I dare say he will marry one of them."

Mr. Briefs chuckled, tossing his jacket off to the side. "What makes you so sure that he will marry one of them?" Mrs. Briefs sputtered, placing her hands on her hips. "Now you know as I do that he is single. Single men want a wife."

"So that was his design 3 in settling here then?"

Bulma quietly laughed behind her mother. Daily routines like these kept life on the estate from getting too dull. Taking her seat by her older sister, who was not only the eldest, but also her dearest friend, they shared a knowing smile. Leaning over, she brushed a stray curl to the side, "Tell me Chi Chi, how do think this battle will end? Are we to see blood today?"

Chi Chi snickered, though she tried to calm the waves upon waves of laughter that threatened to leak. "I should hope not. Though you do know Mama's nerves, and you have a deeper understanding of Papa's sarcastic humor. I do hope that at least Father will humor her today, or we shall have no peace until tomorrow."

"DESIGN? How can you speak so—oh! You take delight in vexing me. You have no compassion on my poor nerves!"

"Oh, you mistake me my dear Mrs. Briefs. I have the highest respect for your nerves. They've been my friends these twenty years at least!"

As he marched triumphantly to the library, Father could here the exasperated sigh of his wife and the loud giggles of his youngest daughters.

Well? Rocky, I know. Let me know if I should stay with the time frame that we know in the DBZ world, or with the original one from the book! Thanks!

Until Next Time:

Ja Ne:

Pearl