"Vegeta!" Piccolo Junior screamed as he watched the angry saiyan prince, now in his super saiyan form dive towards King Piccolo. Shit, he was going to kill him! "Stop!" Piccolo Junior cried, racing after Vegeta.
"Namek." Vegeta snarled, his eyes burning with rage as he closed in on King Piccolo. "I am going to tear you apart!"
King Piccolo took a step back, watching with wide eyes as Vegeta raced towards him. Fuck! This guy's power was huge! Not even Junior could stop him. King Piccolo took a defensive stance and braced himself, ready to endure a tremendous amount of pain when… Thwack!
King Piccolo blinked at the sight of Vegeta being knocked to the ground like a swatted fly. He eyed up the swatter – it was Frikiza's tail. Frikiza had done that! She'd… She'd saved his life. King Piccolo turned Frikiza, and stared at her. She'd… saved him. King Piccolo felt a sudden warmth travel through his heart, and his lips parted.
"Frikiza…" He uttered, then he caught himself before he could say anything he'd regret. "… Thanks." He looked away, his face darkening slightly. "I could have done that myself." King Piccolo growled stubbornly. "I was waiting for him to get closer!"
"Sure." Frikiza replied with a smug smirk. "Well, I saved you the trouble. Now we're even, right?"
"… Fine." King Piccolo grunted. Well, not really. Sure, they'd saved each other's lives – but he'd given Frikiza the most expensive ring in the universe! So no, they were not even!
Vegeta gritted his teeth as a dull pain flooded his body and he suddenly found himself on the ground. What the hell! What had just happened? He looked up to see an icejin girl standing beside King Piccolo, withdrawing her tail.
"Wha…" Vegeta choked. Who the hell was she! Wait… He recognised that girl. Wasn't that…? Yes. It was… it was Frikiza! The female counterpart of Frieza – she'd come to Frieza's ship when only Vegeta was seventeen. It had to be her – she looked just like Frieza! Why the hell was she here? "You!" Vegeta barked, leaping to his feet. "What the hell are you doing here! Go back to your own universe!" How was she still alive anyway? Did Kakarot and Trunks not exist in her universe?
"Stay away from him!" Frikiza yelled, stepping in front of King Piccolo. "He didn't do anything!"
"You're kidding, right?" Vegeta snarled. "This namekian freak kidnapped my wife and forced her to give him the dragonballs – nobody terrorises my family like that and gets away with it!" He glared at Frikiza. "What does it have to do with you anyway? This isn't even your universe, so I suggest you go home!" He raised his hand to Frikiza and smirked, forming a ki ball in his palm. "Unless you would like me to reunite you with Frieza? After all, it is long overdue."
"No!"
Vegeta flinched in surprise when Bulma stepped in front of Frikiza and King Piccolo, and looked at Vegeta sternly. "Don't you dare, Vegeta! They just got engaged!" She barked.
"What?" Piccolo Junior choked.
"Engaged?" Vegeta frowned, looking at Frikiza and King Piccolo. … Ew. "What!" He yelled. "What are you talking about!"
"Well, it's a long story." Frikiza replied. "But basically… I'm going to be living in this universe now, as Piccolo's wife." She smiled, and looked at Bulma. "If you don't mind, we'll probably buy a place on Earth – can you recommend a good area?"
"Sure." Bulma nodded. "What's your price range?"
"Oh…" Frikiza mumbled, trying to translate her fortune into Bulma's currency. "… About two billion zeni."
"It's what!" King Piccolo screamed, his eyes almost popping out of his head. "That – that's what your empire is worth?"
"Oh – no!" Frikiza laughed. "That's just my housing budget. A lot of my cash is still tied up in the planets I own – and then there's my savings accounts and Kuria's trust fund…" She stopped talking when she noticed the zeni signs that had suddenly appeared in King Piccolo's eyes. Oh, great… "But Piccolo – I'm retired, remember?" Frikiza frowned. "So that money has to last us for the rest of our lives – we have to be careful with it!"
"Careful!" King Piccolo cried. "What are you talking about! Frikiza – if I'd known how much money you have I wouldn't have wasted that last wish on the boys! We can buy better servants!"
"How can you say that!" Frikiza yelled. "They aren't servants, they're your children! And they're going to live with us as normal residents, I'm going to hire other people to be servants!"
"Really?" King Piccolo grinned, his eyes lighting up. She'd planned on buying him servants? That was wonderful! "How many?"
"Well… we'll probably need at least fifty cleaners at any one time, because I like a pristine environment…" Frikiza thought aloud. "Then there's the gardeners, and someone to do grocery shopping for us… I guess we won't need security on this planet, so… maybe at the most, a hundred?"
King Piccolo's heart almost stopped. A… hundred…? This was unbelievable… Frikiza was going to buy him a two billion zeni house, with a hundred servants to do his bidding whenever he wanted? Amazing! Why the hell didn't he marry her sooner!
"Frikiza!" King Piccolo exclaimed. "Let's get married now!"
"Now?" Frikiza giggled. "We can't! We have to find someone to marry us."
"What?" King Piccolo growled impatiently. What the hell was she talking about? They were surrounded by people! "Take your pick – here!" He grabbed hold of Bulma's arm, causing her to cry out as he yanked her towards himself and Frikiza. "Bulma, you can marry us."
"Sorry!" Bulma laughed, pulling away. "I can't, I don't have a licence! Besides, don't you want your friends to be there?"
"Um…" Chichi uttered, looking at King Piccolo sceptically. "I don't think he has many friends…"
"Well I want Zarba and Doria to be there." Frikiza said stubbornly. "And the boys! You can't not have your children at your own wedding."
Meanwhile Piccolo Junior listened to the conversation, becoming more and more horrified by the second, to the point where he thought his head was going to explode. No… This wasn't right. His father wasn't getting married… Why would he? He was the Demon King Piccolo, he wasn't interested in stuff like marriage! And especially not with… Frieza!
"Father –"
"King Piccolo!" Four loud voices cut Piccolo Junior off.
Everyone looked up to see King Piccolo's mutant sons racing towards them.
"Boys!" King Piccolo exclaimed, opening his arms out to them. "There you are! How does it feel to be alive?"
"It feels great!" Tambourine replied, and all four mutants fell at King Piccolo's feet and stared bowing to him excitedly.
"Thank you thank you thank you!" They cried gratefully.
"Hmph." King Piccolo grunted, holding a satisfied smirk on his lips as he watched his children. Ah, they were so grateful… so loyal. It was touching how they admired him…
Frikiza giggled, catching Piano's attention.
"Oh…" Piano uttered, noticing the ring on Frikiza's finger. "Is that it? May I?" He took hold of Frikiza's hand and studied the ring, his eyes glowing in admiration. "Oh, it's beautiful! It suits you so well!"
"Thanks." Frikiza smiled, blushing.
"Wow, that's pretty!" Cymbal gasped as he and his brothers also looked at the ring.
"King Piccolo, can I have one too?" Drum asked.
"No!" King Piccolo snapped. "I'm not marrying you!"
"I didn't mean it like that…" Drum mumbled.
Piano looked at Frikiza and King Piccolo, and smiled.
"Well… as you can probably guess, we were watching the whole thing." He said. "And… may I be the first to say, congratulations."
"Yeah!" His mutant siblings exclaimed. "Congratulations, King Piccolo! And Frikiza!"
"Thank you…" Frikiza giggled, blushing. "You guys can come to the wedding, right?"
"Of course!" The mutants nodded enthusiastically.
"King Piccolo – who's going to be your best man?" Piano asked. "I would just like to point out that I'm the eldest, and I was your advisor, so naturally –"
"Shut up, Piano!" Drum barked. "We all know I'm his favourite! You all heard it!"
"He just said he prefers you to Tambourine." Cymbal pouted. "That doesn't make you his favourite."
"He never said he prefers Drum!" Tambourine yelled, his face burning with anger. "He just said Drum's stronger, but he prefers me! Don't you, King Piccolo?"
"… I'm not sure." King Piccolo shrugged. "You're all a disappointment to me."
"Whaa!" The mutants cried.
"Piccolo!" Frikiza scolded, glaring at him, while the mutants hung their heads in disheartenment.
Meanwhile, Piccolo Junior was standing with Gohan, Vegeta, Bulma and Chichi, watching the scene in astonishment. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. This was a dream, right…? This was… all a terrible dream…?
"Hey Piccolo," Gohan uttered, looking at the mutants. "Who are those guys?"
"I… I think they're my father's children…" Piccolo Junior answered. "The ones that Goku killed."
"Oh, so they're your big brothers?" Gohan smiled. "Why don't you go over and say hi?"
"Yeah!" Bulma nodded encouragingly. "Go on, Piccolo! Don't be shy! You've been waiting your whole life for this, haven't you?"
"No, Bulma…" Piccolo Junior answered sceptically. "I really haven't."
"I still don't understand it." Vegeta growled, his arms folded. "What is she doing in this universe?"
"It's a long story, I'll explain later." Bulma replied. "But basically she had to leave this universe, so he asked her to marry him so she could get a visa to stay."
"Why would he want her to stay?" Vegeta demanded.
"Because he wants to carry on fucking her." Bulma answered.
"He wants to what!" Piccolo Junior screamed.
Bulma and Chichi started giggling.
"Yeah – he told us all about it!" Chichi smirked. "I knew there was something between them! Didn't I say it at the time, Gohan? There was totally a spark between those two!"
"Yeah, I thought that too." Gohan grinned. "I just wasn't sure if anything would come of it."
"What the hell are you talking about!" Piccolo Junior cried. "He's my father! He's not interested in - - in that kind of thing!"
"Oh Piccolo, you couldn't be more wrong." Bulma sniggered. "Actually from what he was saying, they like it pretty rough."
"Aiiii!" Piccolo Junior screamed, clasping his hands over his ears. "Why would you say that! That's my father you're talking about!"
"Well, now Frikiza's your mother." Bulma said.
"No!" Piccolo Junior yelled. "No, she is not my mother!"
"Yes Junior, she is."
Piccolo Junior looked up to the stern voice of his father, and saw King Piccolo glaring at him. "Frikiza is your mother. Get used to it, or I'll kill you."
"You don't have the strength to kill me." Piccolo Junior growled.
"What!" Piano gasped, and glared at Piccolo Junior in disgust. "How dare you speak to King Piccolo that way! Boys!"
"Right!" Tambourine, Cymbal and Drum all nodded, and took their fighting stances.
"King Piccolo, you want us to liquidise him for you?" Tambourine asked, his eyes fixed on Piccolo Junior.
"Sure." King Piccolo said with a smirk. "Seeing as you offered."
"No!" Frikiza snapped, throwing her tail in front of the mutants to block their path. "Boys – he's your little brother. You have to learn to get along! It's part of your therapy!"
"What?" Cymbal groaned. "We have to have therapy even if we're alive?"
"Yes, you do!" Frikiza pouted. "That is, if you ever want to have chocolate or melon sodas again."
"Aii!" The mutants screamed.
"Yeah Frikiza – we do!" Tambourine cried. "Fine – we'll get along!"
"Good!" Frikiza smiled. "Well… go and say hi."
The mutant nameks looked at Piccolo Junior, and he stared back across the awkward ten foot gap between them, each side reluctant to make the first move.
"Go on, Piccolo." Gohan smiled reassuringly. "It's your family."
"But…" Piccolo Junior uttered, staring at the mutants. "I… I don't even know them. They're part of my old life."
"Well you can make them part of your new life." Bulma beamed.
"But I…" Piccolo Junior mumbled. "I'm not sure if I want to…"
Frikiza smiled encouragingly at the mutants.
"Go on. You guys first – this has got to be weird for him."
"How do you think we feel?" Drum growled. "He betrayed us, Frikiza."
"Yeah well, he's your brother so you should give him a second chance!" Frikiza huffed, folding her arms. "What else do you want to do, kill him?"
"Unless someone marries him first." King Piccolo smirked nastily, causing Frikiza to glare at him.
The mutant nameks continued to stare at Piccolo Junior, reluctant to make the first move, while he stared back with the same reluctance.
"Oh, just get it over with already, then we can all go home." Vegeta growled.
"Vegeta!" Bulma snapped. "Can't you show a little compassion? This is a huge moment for him! How would you feel if you were suddenly reunited with your father?"
"Bulma, I met my father. He's never seen them before in his life." Vegeta argued.
"So that makes it even more special!" Bulma pouted. Vegeta simply snorted and looked away.
"Bullshit." He thought to himself. "They're just a bunch of freaks. I wouldn't want to get to know them."
The awkward silence between Piccolo Junior and his siblings grew, until finally Chichi snapped.
"Oh, screw this!" She yelled. "Stop being so cool! Hya!" She let out a battle cry as she punched Piccolo Junior as hard as she possibly could, sending him flying into his mutant brothers. They cried out and instinctively leapt out of the way, and Piccolo Junior went sailing into the body of his father.
King Piccolo stood motionless as Piccolo Junior crashed into him. He stared down at his son, who had instinctively grabbed hold of him to stop his flying. The mutants gasped, and stared with wide eyes and dropped jaws as King Piccolo gazed down at their younger brother, who was staring back with the most uncomfortable body language the mutants had ever seen.
"… Uh…" Piccolo Junior choked, his face turning violet. "… Sorry."
"Don't mention it." King Piccolo smirked. Piccolo Junior was about to let go and run a few hundred feet away from his father, when a pair of steel arms thudded against his back, locking him in place. "Welcome to the family, Son."
"Wh-What…?" Piccolo Junior gasped.
"Yay!" The mutant nameks exclaimed, following their master's lead.
They crowded round Piccolo Junior and as soon as King Piccolo released the younger namek the mutants grabbed hold of him, crushing him into the middle of a group hug. "Welcome home, Junior!" They beamed.
"I still think you're a jerk." Drum growled.
Vegeta snorted as he watched the scene.
"Pathetic." He said. "Come on, Bulma. Let's go."
"Awww!" Bulma and Chichi wailed, tears streaming down their faces as they watched the reunion.
"Oh my God!" Bulma cried. "That's the most beautiful thing I ever saw!"
"Good for Piccolo." Chichi smiled, wiping her eyes.
"Yeah…" Gohan nodded, his heart melting as he watched Piccolo Junior being smothered by his mutated family.
"G-Get off me!" Piccolo Junior gasped, leaping out of his brothers' grasps. He floated above the mutants and glared down at them. "Guys – listen. I'm really not the hugging type!"
"Neither are we." Tambourine replied. "But we want chocolate."
"What?" Piccolo Junior frowned in confusion. "What the hell are you – hey!" He cried out as the mutants grabbed his feet and dragged him into another hug.
"Awww…" Frikiza smiled, taking hold of King Piccolo's arm. "Isn't it nice to see your family together again?"
"Whatever." King Piccolo grunted, ignoring the slight warmth he felt in his heart. After all, it was just a side-effect of returning to life after so long. This scene was sickening! They were all far too soft! Idiots.
At that moment, just as Chichi and her companions were getting ready to leave the nameks to it, Son Goku appeared beside his wife.
"Hey guys!" He beamed. "Did I miss much?"
"You!" Chichi roared, suddenly enraged. "Goku! Where the hell have you been! I almost got killed by King Piccolo, you jerk!"
"Whoa! Chichi, calm down!" Goku cried, holding up his hands. "I know, I'm sorry! But I didn't even know he had you until after it was all over! King Kai didn't tell me!"
"Hmph!" Chichi huffed, folding her arms. "So I suppose you came the second you found out about it?"
"Well… by that point you weren't in danger anymore." Goku answered. "So I… I kind of… finished my training first."
"You did what!" Chichi screamed. "Goku, how could you!"
"Hm?"
King Piccolo looked up at the sound of another voice, and his ki suddenly skyrocketed as he laid his eyes on Goku. "You…" He seethed, his eyes glowing demonically. "You… bastard!" He darted towards Goku, screaming at the top of his lungs, "You're the reason I didn't become the most powerful being in the universe! I'm going to kill you!"
"Father, no!" Piccolo Junior cried and leapt onto his father, pulling the demon king back. "Stop! What are you thinking? You know you're no match for him!"
"I don't care!" King Piccolo roared, trying to break out of his son's grasp. "Get the hell off me, Junior! That little punk has destroyed everything I ever wanted, and now he's going to pay!"
"He's not going to pay anything! Just settle down, you don't think he can kill you with one finger?" Piccolo Junior growled. "You just got engaged, why don't you focus on planning your wedding?" He spoke the words in a reluctant tone, almost vomiting as he heard them. It was unnerving… His father… was getting married. His father… the Demon King Piccolo… was involved with a woman! It was wrong!
"What!" Goku gasped, overhearing Piccolo Junior. He looked at King Piccolo. "You're getting married?"
"Yeah – to Frikiza!" Bulma beamed. "You should have been here Goku, it was the most romantic proposal ever! He wished for her engagement ring!"
"He did…?" Goku uttered.
"Yeah – he did, Goku!" Chichi barked. "When was the last time you made a wish for me? In fact, when was the last time you even gave me anything? Sometimes I think that if I didn't cook for you, you wouldn't come home at all!"
"But…" Goku said weakly. "I… I proposed to you at the World Martial Arts Tournament… That was romantic, right?"
"Yeah – it was romantic, Goku." Chichi growled. "It's just a shame that at the start of that fight you had no idea who I was!"
"Oh Chichi, Vegeta's just the same." Bulma frowned. "It must be a saiyan thing. He never does anything nice for me."
"What the hell!" Vegeta yelled. "Bulma, I came out here to save you!"
"Yeah, and it took you long enough!" Bulma argued. "The only reason Chichi and I are still alive now is because he decided not to kill us! It was no thanks to you useless jerks!"
"Well at least Vegeta came as fast as he could." Chichi sniped, glaring at Goku. "He didn't hang around on King Kai's planet until he could be bothered showing up to save his wife."
"It's not like that!" Goku protested.
"Goku!" King Piccolo roared, still trying to break out of Piccolo Junior's grasp. "Come here!"
Goku looked at King Piccolo, then at Frikiza, and smiled.
"Congratulations, Guys." He said, ignoring the look of fury on King Piccolo's face.
"Thank you." Frikiza smiled. "You'll come to the wedding, won't you?"
"Of course!" Goku nodded.
"What!" King Piccolo barked. "No! Frikiza, what is wrong with you! He is not coming to our wedding!"
"Oh, come on." Frikiza replied. "It'll help with your therapy."
"Fuck my therapy!" King Piccolo screamed. "If he's coming to the wedding then I'm not!"
"Uh…" Piccolo Junior mumbled. "Goku, maybe you shouldn't come…"
"Are you coming?" Piano asked Junior.
"Uh - -" Piccolo Junior hesitated, his cheeks darkening. Really…? Was he invited…? He wasn't sure if he wanted to go. It just felt… weird. And it was wrong!
"Oh – Piccolo, they're your brothers, right?" Goku gasped, staring at the mutants. "Uh…" His face darkened in embarrassment. "Guys… sorry I killed you."
"Huh?" The mutants blinked in surprise.
"Do you mean that?" Tambourine asked.
"Yeah." Goku nodded. "I do. I was young back then, and I didn't have control over my emotions like I do now… but, Frikiza kind of made me realise that I should have given you guys a chance to change – you and your father. I'm sorry I didn't."
"Oh…" The mutants uttered, softened by his sincerity.
"Well… Frikiza said we should forgive people…" Cymbal said.
"And if you're really sorry…" Drum mumbled.
"Don't listen to him, Boys!" King Piccolo barked. "He's lying!"
"No I'm not!" Goku protested. "I'm happy for you! Especially you Piccolo," He smiled at Piccolo Junior. "I mean – you've been alone your whole life and now you have two parents and four big brothers! That's great!"
"Really? You think this is great?" Piccolo Junior uttered, not convinced. "Would you want this family?"
"Oh, shut up, Goku!" King Piccolo snarled, breaking out of Piccolo Junior's grasp. "Just enjoy your life while you can, because one day I will be more powerful than you, and I'm going to rip you apart!"
"Yeah…" Goku replied, smirking slightly. "Sorry, but that's not going to happen."
"You little punk!"
King Piccolo launched himself at Goku again, but this time he was caught by his fiancée's tail. "Frikiza!" He roared, his ki exploding. "Let go of me!"
"Come on," Frikiza beamed, completely unfazed by King Piccolo's aggression. "Let's go house-hunting."
"House-hunting?" King Piccolo grunted. Right, with her two billion zeni… … Hmph. Well. He wasn't going to kill Goku today anyway. "Fine." King Piccolo said, and grabbed hold of Frikiza's tail, yanking her body towards him. "Why don't we just have one built for us? I'm very particular about my environment."
"You are…?" Frikiza replied, blushing as a wicked smirk came across King Piccolo's lips.
"Mm-hm." He purred, and kissed her.
"Oh – father!" Piccolo Junior screamed, closing his eyes and clasping his hand over his mouth. That was disgusting! How could The Demon King Piccolo do something like that! What happened to his pride! "Stop! I'm going to puke!"
"Piccolo, you're such a prude." Bulma giggled. "Come on Guys, let's leave the lovebirds to it."
"The what!" King Piccolo and Piccolo Junior both barked, glaring at her.
"It's okay – we're going." Frikiza beamed, and waved at the others. "Bye, Guys! See you at the wedding!"
"No we won't." King Piccolo hissed. Frikiza simply rolled her eyes and looked at the mutant nameks.
"Boys, are you coming? You're going to live with us too, right?"
"Yes!" The mutants exclaimed excitedly.
"Thank you, Frikiza!" Piano grinned as they rushed over to her.
King Piccolo looked at Piccolo Junior.
"You coming?" He grunted.
"What…?" Piccolo Junior uttered, his eyes widening in shock. Why… Why was he asking him? He was a disappointment to his father… wasn't he…? "Me…?" Piccolo Junior choked. "Do you… want me to live there too?"
"I don't care." King Piccolo shrugged. Tch. What was wrong with his face? He looked traumatised! Had nobody ever offered him a bed before? The pathetic little orphan.
"Junior – I know you have a life here." Frikiza smiled. "And you don't have to change it – but you'll always have a room at our home, and you can stay as many times as you want." She looked at Piccolo Junior softly. "Why don't you come with us? You can take off whenever you want."
"Uh…" Piccolo Junior stammered, unsure of how to respond. Really…? His father wouldn't mind him living with them…? But, wasn't he mad at him…? … Maybe Frikiza really had changed him… "I…" Piccolo Junior looked at King Piccolo and the mutants, then he turned to look at Gohan and the others for guidance.
"Go on, Piccolo." Gohan urged. "It'll be fun!"
"Yeah – your older brothers seem a lot nicer than mine." Goku winked.
"… Okay." Piccolo Junior said awkwardly, and looked at his new family. "Sure. Whatever."
"Great!" Frikiza beamed. "Come on!" She flew off into the distance alongside King Piccolo, followed by the mutant nameks, and Piccolo Junior flying a few feet behind, not entirely sure of how he was supposed to fit into their life.
"Hey Junior," Drum called back to his younger brother. "Just so you know, I'm getting a bigger room than you."
"Whatever." Piccolo Junior growled back, and smirked. "You'll need a bigger bed, for sure."
"What's that supposed to mean!" Drum screamed, while King Piccolo and the other mutants laughed loudly.
"He has a point, Drum." Tambourine sniped.
"Oh, shut up!" Drum yelled. "You're just jealous because I'm the favourite!"
"You're not the favourite!" Tambourine wailed. "King Piccolo – tell him!"
"Shut up, all of you!" King Piccolo barked. "Or I'll send you all back to hell!"
Meanwhile, over by Goku and his crew, Goku smiled as he watched the nameks fly away.
"Wow…" He said. "I can't believe King Piccolo's getting married!"
"Yeah… I had no idea he could be so romantic." Chichi replied. "Why don't you ever make a wish for me, Goku?"
"You too, Vegeta!" Bulma scolded. "You spend all that time training – would it kill you to spend an afternoon with your wife? I bet King Piccolo's going to spend his afternoons with Frikiza."
"Yeah, I think so too!" Chichi huffed. Goku and Vegeta looked at each other, then glared after King Piccolo.
"Bastard." They both thought bitterly.
"Hmph." Vegeta snorted. "Well Bulma, while we're talking about starting up a King Piccolo fan club, I've been meaning to ask you…" He looked at her 'King Piccolo' gi, then glared angrily at Bulma. "What the fuck are you wearing!"
"Oh…" Bulma uttered, blushing slightly. "It's not what it looks like. This is what happened…" She then went on to explain how she came about her new outfit, and when she was done, all through the wilderness Vegeta's voice could be heard screaming,
"He did what!"
Author's Note:-
Thank you for reading! It was really hard writing this chapter. I had a lot of different ideas, but when I thought of the little scene with Piccolo Junior and his brothers, I just had to do it! I hope it didn't come across as too overly sweet, or not sweet enough.
I'm sad to say that I've pretty much reached the end of this fic now; I planned the 'happily ever after' finish from day one, and I hope it was well received (I know there's at least one reviewer who was hoping for a lovey one - I think you know who you are :p I hope I didn't disappoint you!)
Stay tuned though because I'm not done yet - I'm going to finish this fic with an epilogue that I'll get writing right away, and will hopefully be up in the next couple of days. So for now, please R&R!