Chapter 2:

A/N: Forgot to mention the setting is a year or few months after the Buu Saga.

Yamcha arrived at Sasha's apartment in less than thirty minutes. Just as she had requested. The 40 year was looking a bit worse for wear having been woken up twice in one day but he was there and that was all that mattered. He quickly parked his Jaguar 500 and walked towards Sasha's apartment. It was hard to believe that the woman stayed in such a rough neighborhood. She was always so well kept together, and bubbly. Looking around at the worn yellow building was enough to make him cringe. He quickly walked toward her apartment number and knocked.

It took at least three pounds before he heard a faint 'I got it' and the wood door swung open. Yamcha had to look down to see exactly who had opened the door. He immediately put two and two together when he saw a rather thin girl who was rather tall for her age. Her long dark hair shot out on her head at odd angles despite being tamed into a pony tail. She was a bit darker than expected compared to her mother's milky white skin, and bouncy blonde curls and light blue eyes. The two of them looked nothing alike. Even their personality's seemed different.

Yamcha smiled warmly at the ten year old. Canon looked as if she was debating whether she should shut the door or not.

"Hi," he said as he bent over onto his knees, "you must be Kanon. I'm-"

"Yamcha", Canon deadpanned as she leaned against the door way while looking the older man up and down suspiciously, "Sasha has told me all about you. You're supposed to be her 'secret' boyfriend."

Yamcha's face dropped as all hopes for an easy week flew out the window. He had a small inkling that this would not be a fun week. He quickly shook his head and tried to push away the dread in his heart.

Gotta stay positive, man. Maybe she's not so bad, he thought.

It was then that Canon swiveled on her heels to give Yamcha room to enter the tiny apartment.

"Come on in, sir, Canon mocked as she doubled over and bowed, "Sasha's still packing."

Yamcha entered the apartment.

Sasha was busy, getting the rest of her things together. Apparently her plane left in another hour and she wanted to make sure she wouldn't leave anything which left (oh joy!) both Yamcha and Canon alone for the longest five minutes of either of their lives. Awkward silence drifted in between them making it even more uncomfortable than before. If possible.

Yamcha was fidgeting, and trying his best to come up with something to say to Demon Spawn, as he had dubbed her. It was worse than being on a date. At least with woman he could just flash a smile, whisper a few kind words and mix a couple of drinks together before they loosened up. With this kid, it would be trying to pull teeth. Plus he couldn't give her beer or anything. Sasha would kill him three times over if he did but what was he suppose to do? Obviously she hated him already. WHY? He had no idea.

Maybe he could…..

It was at that time that he heard a thump and then another. The sound ricocheted off the walls and sounded like a ball. A soccer ball to be exact. He hadn't noticed that Canon had left the living room but he did notice that the more the thumps sounded the harder they became. Like someone was putting more force than necessary. Between each thump he could hear Sasha and Canon mumbling to one another and then eventually the mumbles turned into shouts.

Finally a scream pierced the air.

"FINE," the brunette child screamed as she stormed out of Sasha's bedroom. The ten year old quickly stomped through the living room with a soccer ball beneath her arm, completely ignoring her mother's guest. Yamcha watched as Canon exited the house with a slam to the door. The door was shut so hard that he felt a gust of wind. Maybe, if he had paid any attention to the frame of the door way he would have notice the tiny cracks in the wood.

"Umm, so what was that about," Yamcha asked as he leaned against the doorway to Sasha's bedroom. The stressed mother was busy cussing as she hooked her earring into her ear. She merely shook her head at her boyfriend.

"Ugh. Nothing. That's just Canon being Canon…she has a bit of a temper. She's not bad but it's these friends she has. They're bad influences. All she wants to do is hang out with them. That's why she was so bitter. It wasn't because of you. She was mad at me so she took it out on you, "Sasha explained as she turned to look at him. Her blue eyes sparkled with hope and desperation.

"That's why I need this trip. If the bosses can see that I can handle business, I'll get a promotion, more money and a way to get her out of this neighborhood. Give her a better life, you know?"

Sasha huffed as she sat down onto her bed and flopped backwards. Yamcha nodded. He understood. However that still didn't make him feel any better about the whole situation.

"Yeah. I understand which is why you don't need to worry. Me and Canon are going to be just fine. Well be the best of friend. I promise."

He gave Sasha a comforting smile before swaggering over and falling on the bed beside her. They stared into each other's eyes, smiled and kissed. They finally pulled away after a moment. Sasha looked at him through her lashes.

"You're a life savior, Yam? Ya know that?"

Yamcha chuckled, took one of Sasha's hands and kissed it.

"Yeah. Your regular superman."

"Well that's stupid," Brody said as he kicked the soccer ball to Kanon.

"Yeah, you're telling me," Canon sighed as she stopped the ball with the sole of her foot. They were just a block away from Canon's apartment and were hanging out as much as they could before she left for-only- God- knew- where. Her anger flared up once more as she thought about what Sasha was doing. She was leaving her in the care of some stranger. She was ignoring what she wanted. She was being selfish. All she wanted to do was hang out with Brody. That was it.

Canon frowned as she kicked the ball harder than intended. She wasn't surprised when she heard a large popping noise and felt a new weight on her left foot. She looked down and felt her heart skip a beat. Her foot was literally wedged into the ball. She had literally busted it. That was the fifth one.

"Dang it. Not another one," Canon cried as she gripped a handful of hair and tried to control her anger. Brody who had been watching her let out a low whistle.

"Wow, you sure did a number on that one. You really need to go to anger management man," Brody joked much to Kanon's annoyance. The girl glared and grunted before kicking the remnants of the ball off of her foot. She stared mournfully at her toy and ignored the stares she was receiving. What was she going to do now?

The girl sighed.

It sucks to be this strong…

Brody suddenly feeling pity for his friend walked over and slung his arm across her shoulder. Being nearly eleven years old, a year older than her, he didn't have much trouble doing so.

"Don't be sad, man. has just got a whole supply of new soccer balls at his store. So no worries!"

Canon rolled her eyes.

"But I don't have five bucks."

"No but you do have five finger discount," Brody said with a wink before letting go of his friend and walking away toward Mr. Vorjes's store. Canon frowned, watching him turn the corner and bit her lip. She tried to ignore the nagging feeling in her gut.

This is wrong. Sasha will be so mad if-

"Canon are you coming or not!"

She only hesitated for a second before running to catch up with it was only one ball. NO one would miss it.

Not even thirty minutes later, she and Brody were running down the sidewalk, laughing their tails off as Canon held a brand new soccer ball in the crook of her arm.

A/N: Chapter 2 is complete! How is it? Any thoughts on Canon? She was inspired by the rock version of the Classic 'Canon in d' just so you know! :)