ME: Thanks for all the reviews and to all those silent readers. I hope you like this chapter. :) It's just a short thing, though. Sorry. . .

DISCLAIMER: Do I really have to say 'I don't own anything'?"

WARNINGS: Rated T for a reason. Also, those that don't like Dende/OC stories, please don't read this.

Worries and Desires

"Mana. . . Mana, c'mon, wake up. . ."

Mana wrinkled her nose as the voice drifted in and out of hearing. Her body felt exhausted and, as soon as she recognised, she felt annoyance creep into her mind. Dende. Mana forced her eyes open and peered upwards at a concerned green face.

"Something wrong, Dende." She said sarcastically. Her eyes narrowing as she tried to push herself onto her elbows.

Dende lay a hand on the small of her back to help her, but was taken aback when Mana slapped his hand away, "Keep to yourself." She scowled darkly and looked around the room she lay in.

It was one of the Capsule Corp's many giest bedrooms. It was a pale blue and white room with white wash walls, white bed post and grey dots on the closet door. The floor was a shiny, polished wood.

Bulma walked in a few seconds later. She stopped and smiled at the purple haired girl, "You're up. Good. It looks like you took no damage except for your clothes."

"My clothes. . .?"

Mana glanced down at herself. She was wearing a pair of dark green boy pants that went just past her knees and a white tanktop that was a little loose around her chest.

She looked sharply at Dende, "What did you do!" She glared daggers at the green teen.

"Wha?" Dende backed away with his hands up, "I didn't touch you! Honest."

"Sorry if I worried you there for a sec," Bulma gave a nervous laugh as she and Dende exchanged looks. "I dressed you. Your dress was ruined. And Trunk's pants were all we could find to fit such a small waist."

Mana's glare faded and she gave a cheerful grin to Bulma, "No problem. I'm just glad that you changed me and not it." She nodded towards Dende.

Dende stared at her with his mouth open, as did Bulma. Mana glanced between them and gave a pretty smile, "If you don't mind, I'm sure my dad is gonna call the police if I don't go home. And I have to go past Drake too."

Bulma nodded. Mana slipped on her scorched pumps and followed the older woman out the bedroom, leaving the Earth's Guardian staring after her.

"Are you sure you're feeling alright?"

"Of course. In fact, I feel great!" Mana answered without hesitating.

". . . Ok."

"Thanks for the clothes by the way. I'll bring them back as soon as I've had them dry cleaned."

"Looking foward to seeing you again, bye!"

"Bye!"

Mana exited Capsule Corp and waved back at Bulma. Walking quickly around the street, she didn't notice someone scaling the roofs behind her. Mana hastened through the city till she came to an apartment block. There was no elevator to the higher buildings she she climbed the stairs three at a time. The apartment block was a large, circular building with four doors on every floor. On the fifth floor, Mana stopped at a door.

The purple haired girl fluffed her hair out and knocked on the door. It was a few moments later when the door was opened by the form of a scruffy and unkempt Drake. His tousled, bedraggled hair stood on end as he stared at her. In the background of his messy apartment house, his shirt lay abandoned on a chair.

"Mana, what are you doin' here?"

Mana gave a seductive wink, "Hey, Babe." She stepped close to him and raised her head to wrap her arms around his neck, pressing their bodies together. She stood on tiptoes and kissed him squarely on the mouth, biting his lip softly as the parted.

Casually, she strode past him and into his apartment, leaving Drake standing in the doorway awestruck. He looked up to the ceiling and mumbled a thank you before closing the front door.

Well, here it is. I'm sorry it isn't longer. But school has finally ended and bring on the fanfiction!