For all intents and purposes, all Saiyago in here is gibberish I made up. It's really fun to try and say ^.^

"Hi---Hello---Yes, it has been long---Haven't seen you in ages---Good to see you again." She leaned over to her mother. "I didn't know we knew so many people."

"Yes, well you've missed quite a lot, Serena."

"I can see that. When did Krillin get hair? It's not a wig, is it?"

"Shortly after he got married. No, it is not." The older woman answered with a bit of a laugh. "His wife is an android, you know."

"Wow. And their little girl is three already?" Chi Chi nodded. "Who does that little devil with Goten belong to?"

"Uh well--That's Trunks. He's Bulma and Vegeta's son."

"Those two?--together? Now that's a shocker."

"Oh yes...it was." Before Serena had a chance to question her mother further, the older woman walked off to mingle in the crowd.

Serena decided she'd have to get to the bottom of this herself. Trying ever-so subtly to edge her way out of the throng of people, she was pulled into another line of questioning.

"Hey Sere, you still single?" The man of the ever changing hairstyles, Yamcha asked. Humor evident in his words.

"Why? You think you have a chance?" She shot back, equally joking.

"Only if you'd have me." He laughed.

"You couldn't handle me." She sauntered up to the playboy, poking his chest lightly. Nonetheless, he fell into a large ice barrel full of soft drinks.

'Always a joker.' She thought, shaking her head.

Finding her way down the multiple hallways wasn't as easy as it was when she was a kid. There had to have been add-ons built in the house. She couldn't remember some of these rooms. Yet finally, she found it. The oh-so legendary Gravity Room.

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Once again, he was forced to suffer one of these loathsome gatherings by that woman.He knew she was only allowing him to stay so their son would have a father, unlike his son from the future. Ha, had the teen not come to the past, maybe she wouldn't even be this considerate.

"Krocz vengh mot diem te enbach?" {What are you doing in here?} He hadn't even turned around when he addressed her.

Serena smiled. He just knew her too well.

"Zyn veerlk mercz cebes mot, Karebdl." {I was looking for you, Master.}

"When will you drop that, brat?"

"When will you drop that attitude?" She smirked in his direction. Disappearing suddenly, he reappeared behind her. Or where she was. Bringing up her leg, she give him slight kick in his backside, surprising him.

"Mot'lz kynon deshk." {You're too slow.} Still smirking.

He turned to face her; his face not a scowl, not a smirk, just plain. His arms crossed in front of him. After a little stare down, he started training once again.

"I take it your fighting in the tournament in two months." Serena gave a small smile. She hadn't expected an answer. "I look forward to kicking your ass, then."

Vegeta turned with his stunning smirk adorning his godlike face. Finding the room empty again, he continued fighting his invisible opponent. This time in a humored mood.

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The house was quiet. Most of the guests had left, those who'd lost some ground in their training routines planned to head home early. All regular daily schedules would continue at full speed to work off this day of ease. Somehow Bulma must've convinced her mother to convince her husband to stay at the blue-hired scientist's humble home.

Well, mostly it was quiet. Not long after the party let out, the thunder began; keeping her awake. Even over the years, she'd retained her fear of thunderstorms. Finding an old magazine in the drawer of the bedside table, she began reading. She gave a tiny jerk with each roaring clap.

Nearly jumping out of her skin, her door opened slowly like the kind in horror movies. The figure that approached her melted her heart with the tiniest sparkle of tears in his eyes.

"Goten, what's wrong?"

"Can I--um--sleep in here with you, Serena?" He tried not to look into her eyes; trying to look a little brave. Serena smiled. She'd only known him for a few days, but she was attached to the cute little clone of her father.

"Are you scared, Goten?" He gave a small nod, and brightened when she opened her arms to him. "It's okay to be scared, sometimes." Both whipped their head toward the door as it gave another creak. Standing in the doorway was the lavender-tressed boy she'd seen earlier.

"Uh--I couldn't find Goten." Serena smiled and gestured for him to join her and her brother on the bed. 'What a little tough guy. Just like my Zen' {Prince} She thought.

"Here guys, lie down. " Each boy snuggled in next to her. She placed her arms around them. "It's alright to be scared sometimes. What you need to remember is thunder is only a noise; it can't hurt you." Smiling at each of them, "Let's go to sleep now, okay?" Reaching her arm out, she turned off the lamp and then, snuggled comfortably between the two demi-Saiyan boys.

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He'd been awakened, as well. Not by thunder, however. Dreams were plaguing him all night. The subject of the dreams was what confused him most.

The familiar sight of his archenemy's home. He walked up to the door, yet without even knocking, the door opened. The young blonde he'd known since she was seven was standing before him.

"Is your father here?"

"No, he's been put on shopping detail. Mom threatened him with a frying pan."

"I've got you all to myself, then." Swiftly, he pinned her arms above her head, capturing his lips with his own.

"Vegeta" She moaned.

Then he woke up, and sitting up in his bed, he tried to reasonably explain what he'd just seen. Yet it felt real. He could feel her warmth.

He got out of bed, and splashed water on his face to cool down. He exited his room to get a drink from the kitchen.

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This had been the scene before he made his way past the room of the female who'd awakened him. The sight he came upon amazed him. The woman held the two small half-breeds as all three slept. His son was not known for opening up to strangers. The occupants taking up the bed each held contented smiles.

His hand reached out of its own accord. Realizing just what he was doing, he wrenched his arm back and quickly left the room.

'This brat is doing something to me.'

When Serena said my Prince in this chapter, she was saying it as any subordinate or guard to a Prince might say. AKA, not with love...yet. Haha.

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