ME: Thank you for reviewing. Please enjoy this chapter and I hope everyone enjoys the SOCCER!
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WARNINGS: Rated T for a reason. Also, those that don't like Dende/OC stories, please don't read this.
Daddy and Drake
"Bye, Drakie. See you tomorrow?"
Mana gave a puppy-dog pout as she gazed up into Drake's face adoringly. Drake grinned and nodded, "Sure babe, whatever you want. Maybe you can ask your parents if you can stay the night at a friend? He looked at the purple haired girl and wrapped his arms around her waist, pressing her against his chest.
Mana obediently closed the space between them and kissed him. Mana allowed his tongue to enter her mouth but felt nausea arise immediatly. Drake's hands slid down her hips till she awkwardly pulled away and took off running down the many flights of stairs.
She ran across the street, checking her cellphone for the time. It read past 3am! When the girl eventually reached her neighborhood, she opened the gate and walked slowly up the driveway, thinking to herself.
'I'm in love with my Drakie. . . Aren't I?'
When Mana snuck into the hallway, she looked around the dark rooms before hurrying up the large staircase and to her room, but when the light was clicked on, she gasped.
Her father sat on her bed with a perplexed expression on his face, "And where have you been, young lady?"
Mana gave a dreamy smile, "At the Briefs party of course."
"You are not telling the truth, Mana. The Brief's called two hours ago to see if you got home alright. Where were you?"
Mana glared at the old man. His salt and pepper coloured hair and wizened face was maddening at the moment. She sniffed, "I was at Drake's."
"Drake. . .? You said that boy was a nuisence."
"Well, I was wrong. He's so strong and loving and romantic and. . ." Mana carried on describing someone not even close to being the dark haired boy.
Her father frowned disapprovingly, "What happened to that Dende fellow? I thought you said he was the one."
Mana scowled, "No. He's. . . ." Mana felt her heartbeat quicken as she thought of the green skinned teen, "He's nothing. Merely a friend thats good to have now and then."
She watched her father's face for a second before retorting, "Can you get out now? I'm tired and I HAVE to be up early to visit Drake."
The old man stared at her beseechingly, before standing up slowly and exiting her room. Mana rolled her eyes and muttered about being "too dramatic".
Gohan sped back to Capsule Corp. After seeing Mana go to Drake's apartment, he had to see Dende. When he reached the Briefs, he was shocked to see Dende sitting on a kitchen chair with a cup of tea in front of him. His dark eyes were blank and doleful as Bulma rubbed his back comfortingly.
"What happened to you?" Gohan sat next to his friend.
Dende mumbled his explanation, "Mana called me 'it'. She completely ignored me except for when she was accusing me of dressing her."
Bulma gave Gohan a sharp look, "What are you doing back here, Gohan? I thought Chi Chi didn't like you boys out late."
The demi-saiyan nodded, "I was coming to return Mana's bracelet. It got caught in Goten's hair and he didn't notice it," He glanced at Dende, "I followed Mana, Dende. She went to Drake's place."
Dende's antennas pricked up and he shot out of his chair with an angered look, "What does she think she's doing? He could hurt her, rape her, or worse!"
The Earth's Guardian clenched his fists tightly as he stared out the window out into the night, "Somethings wrong. Mana can't stand Drake. What could have changed? One second she's hit by an energy ball and the next she's prancing off to him!"
"I don't know, Dende. But if there is something the matter with her, we have to do something before it becomes permanent."
Sorry, I know it's short but I've been getting writers block a lot lately. I must've redone this chapter. . . two. . .three. . .five times. So I'm really sorry, but please review. And any ideas for later chapters would be appreciated. And don't worry, I'm not going to stop this story, I love it! :)