Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ To Begin Again ❯ Finding Love In Unlikely Places ( Chapter 7 )

To Begin Again, Part 7: Finding Love in Unlikely Places

Disclaimer: *Thinking I'm getting stopped by a State Trooper for not wearing my seatbelt* "Hello, officer." "Could I see your licence and registration, miss?" "Sure. Here you are." *Hands over the trooper my licence and registration. They don't have the name "Akira Toriyama" on them* "Why would I pull you over, miss?" "Because I don't have my seatbelt on?" *The trooper gives me a strange look* "You mean that's not why?" "No, miss. It's because you've been posting a Dragonball Z fanfic on the internet. You know the show was created by Akira Toriyama?" "Why, officer, I most certainly did know that. All my disclaimers for every chapter state that I am not Akira Toriyama. I'll be happy to show you." *The trooper has a satellite up-linked a laptop computer in his cruiser. We go on the internet. I show him where I've posted and that every chapter has a disclaimer. He kindly hands me back my licence and registration* "Just remember to have those on every chapter of every story you post, miss." "Oh, I won't forget, officer. You have a nice day now. Bye, bye." *I drive off with the trooper in my rearview mirror* "That was strange. He certainly was cute, though."

Ok. My mom got stopped for the first time ever for not wearing her seatbelt last week! I just had to use it!

*Dating & No-shows*

After her nerve-racking visit to her eldest son's home, ChiChi decided it would be best to go to her small apartment and take a long bath before her date with Dr. David Kinnofbick. She was to meet him at Aubergine*. The fancy French restaurant had its own small garden and intimate atmosphere in the Provençal Style.

When ChiChi was through with her rejuvenating bath; she looked about her closet to find a flattering outfit to wear that evening. She decided upon a low-backed black dress with Princess seams. The skirt tightly hugged her thighs. Stockings in natural shading were chosen along with very black strappy pumps.

Getting dressed took no time at all. The raven haired woman then walked into the bathroom to stand before her lighted vanity mirror and started putting on a minimal amount of make-up. ChiChi chose a blush was just a shade darker than her own complexion. Dark and light brown shadow powder was expertly applied to her eyelids. A wine-colored lip gloss glided along her smooth lips. The effect was quite stunning when she pulled back from the mirror to take in her full appearance. All ChiChi needed now were her matching purse and lacy shawl in case it got chilly.

The drive over to the restaurant both relaxed and excited her. David Kinnofbick was a handsome surgeon at Satan City Memorial Hospital. David was tall and had wavy blond hair along with gorgeous brown eyes. All the women at SCMH found him to be a great catch. ChiChi felt the same. She didn't want a man that would be running off on her ever again. One that also had a topnotch education and career was just what she always wanted. Her life was finally the way she always wished it to be.

ChiChi pulled into one of the few vacant parking spots in the lot. Getting out of her aircar and locking the door; she made her way to the front entrance. Pushing the wood and glass door inward, ChiChi stepped inside the softly lit restaurant.

ChiChi noted the interior as she walked to the hostess station. Wooden floors gleamed from polish and care. Half way up the walls was wooden paneling in a dark walnut stain. Then from there to the wood-molded ceiling the walls were painted white. High-priced art work decorated the walls intermittently. Fresh floral arrangements were everywhere.

Giving her name to the young hostess, ChiChi waited to be seated. A few moments later she was led to a small table for two set along the wall. It was nice and cozy in the shadows. The French restaurant had just the perfect atmosphere for an intimate meal.

She ordered a cocktail from the bar. A drink called a Cosmopolitan. It was basically a martini with cranberry juice and a cranberry for garnish. Her waiter also filled her water glass. ChiChi listened to the soft classical music while sipping at her drink and waiting for her date to arrive.

Forty-five minutes slowly go by as ChiChi waits. Dr. David Kinnofbick does not show. She is barely holding onto her temper. A sample platter of hors d'oeuvres could not substitute her date.

First she finds out her youngest son is a homosexual, then Gohan talks back to her, and lets not forget that little brat Bura Briefs calling her "ma'am." It was enough to make the not too long ago relaxed woman blow her top. Four well-manicured fingers drum upon the table as the thumb keeps perfect time.

Soon the hostess approaches her table with a blue cordless phone. The look on the young woman's face was sympathetic. ChiChi was not in the mood for sympathy. She wanted answers as to why her date was late.

"Ms. Son? There is a call for you. A Dr. Kinnofbick." The auburn haired hostess then handed ChiChi the phone.

"Yes?" ChiChi inquired into the receiver after taking the phone from the hostess.

David Kinnofbick hastily stated the reason behind his absence and his apologies. "ChiChi dear! I'm so sorry. I got an emergency call from SCMH and they needed me there ASAP. I tried calling you at home, but there was no answer. I only have enough time to say I can't make it tonight. Let's reschedule, ok?"

ChiChi knew that her boyfriend was in a highly demanding profession, but all could say was, "sure, David. We'll talk about dinner another time soon."

"Thank you so much for understanding, dearest. You drive home safely now. Good night." ChiChi could hear shouts coming from behind David's statement. There must have been a bad accident on one of the many highways in and around Satan City.

"You should be careful too, David. Bye." Just as she said the last David clicked off his cell phone. ChiChi sighed and handed the hostess back the phone. "I guess I'll be eating alone tonight."

"I'll be back with a menu then." The petite auburn haired woman takes back the phone. She walks back to her station. A tall raven haired man with scars on his face is standing patiently for someone to seat him.

Clara, the hostess, inquires of the tall handsome man. "May I help you, sir? Have you got a reservation?"

"Yes. Yamcha Dimsum**. My date said she'd be here by 8:30." It was now 8:22 p.m. that brisk Saturday evening. (I believe we all might know where this is heading.)

Clara proposed as she pointed toward the bar. "I'm sorry, sir. We are quite full right now. Would you like to sit at the bar and wait for your date and a table to be available?"

"I might as well." Yamcha was then led to the bar. He watched the pretty hostess take the menu she held in her hand to a table by the wall. When the hostess stepped closer to said table Yamcha, saw who sat there. He couldn't believe his eyes. It was Goku's ex-wife, ChiChi! And all by herself and not liking it one bit.

Yamcha took his own cocktail and made a bee line over to ChiChi after the hostess left the table to make her way back to her station.

She didn't notice he was there until she heard, "ChiChi? Is that you? You look wonderful. How have you been?" Looking up she saw the man. She had a very short crush on when just twelve-years-old.

"Yamcha? Hello." ChiChi didn't know why she was glad to see him. She wasn't very happy to see any of Goku's friends while she was married to him. So why now? Maybe it was because she felt alone in the restaurant while everyone else was sitting with someone and talking in low voices. ChiChi gestured for him to take the opposite seat.

They talked for a few minutes. The hostess again came to the table. Clara looked questioningly back and forth between the two. "Mr. Dimsum? A Courtney recently called to say she was unable to make it. I'm sorry, sir. I couldn't find you at the bar. She was said in a hurry she then hung up the phone."

"Oh, don't worry. We're old friends." Yamcha waved his hand to and fro to dismiss her concern. "I guess that means I'm on my own tonight. You mind if I sit and eat with you, ChiChi? I'll even buy dinner."

Touched by his offer, ChiChi agreed. Clara quickly went to get a menu for Yamcha. Quickly scanning the menu, they picked their choices.

They both decided on traditional French onion soup, Gratinée Lyonnaise. Yamcha ordered an assorted baby greens salad with goat cheese and smoked salmon in a fresh herb sauce for his salad course. ChiChi ordered a bistro salad of roasted baby beets, fresh grape tomatoes, green lentils and endive hearts with balsamic vinaigrette for hers.

For the entrees they ordered crispy duck confit with sweet and sour sauce for ChiChi and potato gratin. Yamcha ordered pan-roasted chicken breast stuffed with spinach and ricotta topped with some tomato coulis. The dinners came with baguets, butter and a cheese plate. With their meal they shared a bottle of Pinot Noir.

Coffee was chosen to go along with the desserts. ChiChi got a slice of praline butter cream cake with bittersweet chocolate sauce and cinnamon ice cream. Yamcha picked out a chocolate torte with vanilla ice cream and raspberry sauce.

The evening went by quite well. They both happily talked about all the people they knew. ChiChi came to realize that all of Bulma's accusations of Yamcha cheating, were just that, accusations based on insecurity. And a need to have her man at her beck and call. Yamcha noticed of how pretty really ChiChi was. She didn't have that spoiled and well-pampered look of Bulma. Her own natural inner beauty would out last any cosmetic procedure. He couldn't help thinking of just how stupid Goku was to give up a woman like her. It sounded like this Dr. Dave wasn't any different, but he'd keep that to himself.

The sipped the last of their coffee as the check came. Yamcha quickly got out a card and placed it upon the billfold. Their waiter came back to retrieve the items. Several minutes went by as they continued to talk then the waiter came again with the billfold, card and a pen. Yamcha opened the billfold to sign his name upon a receipt and added on additional funds for the tip. He handed the billfold and pen back to the waiter and pocketed his credit card and receipt.

Replacing their cups in the saucers, they prepared to leave. Yamcha got up to hold out a hand for ChiChi. She blushed just before placing her hand in his and being gently hoisted out of her seat. 'Goku never did that for me. David has only done so three times and we've been out together seven. But he's cancelled far more than that. Is there something about Yamcha I've missed all these years?' then realizing where her thoughts were headed, ChiChi clamped down on her wayward thinking. She was seeing a very respected man and was the envy of the entire female staff at SCMH.

Yamcha escorted her out to her car. The capsuling clicking mechanism was sticking and ChiChi decided to keep the aircar uncapsuled; just in case it never opened. Yamcha offered to drive her home and make sure she had a safe walk to her door and into her apartment. ChiChi was deeply touched. David rarely had the time for that. Goku, well, there was nothing that could touch; so she never had to worry about muggers and other assorted criminals.

She had to admit that it felt wonderful getting all this attention. ChiChi agreed to Yamcha driving her home. He walked around the car and opened the door to the front passenger side door. Smiling at his gentlemanly gesture, ChiChi got into the front passenger seat of the car.

The door was closed and then Yamcha quickly ran around to the driver's door and got in. He started the car and then realized he didn't know how to get to her residence. "ChiChi, what are the directions to your apartment building?"

"Take a left out the parking lot and keep on Highway E64 until the East Bellingham Street exit. Take that exit and two lights later a right turn. That's my street. I'll show you where to stop then." ChiChi explained the directions requested of her.

"All right then. Buckle up (LOL)." Yamcha then put the car on motion and they were on their way.

The ride to ChiChi's building wasn't some long tedious awfully silent trip one would have expected. They continued much of their conversation at the restaurant. ChiChi was soon talking about her work at the hospital and Yamcha was also talking about managing one of the best baseball teams in the league.

All too soon it seamed to end. They pulled to a stop in front of the brownstone building. Yamcha helped her out of the car and then escorted ChiChi to her building's front door. ChiChi got out her key and security card for opening the door. Yamcha swiped the card, as ChiChi put the key in the lock. A small ding pealed to sound the door was unlocked.

Yamcha handed ChiChi her card as she pocketed her key. Opening the door, ChiChi stepped inside her building. Before closing the door she turned around to say, "thanks for dinner, Yamcha. It was nice to sit and talk with you."

"It was nice talking to you as well, ChiChi. You have a good night's sleep now." Yamcha, again, was a gentleman. They both bid their goodnights

ChiChi smiled as she said, "you have a safe drive home." Yamcha declared that he would as she started closing the door. The lock clicked back in place. He then walked to the curb and got out his own capsule car. A click and then a through brought out the same car he had on Thursday. Yamcha then got in and made his way home.

*The Real Dr. Dave*

Turning off and placing his cell phone in his locker, Dr. David Kinnofbick went in search of some soap and scrubs. The emergency wasn't as dire as he made it appear to his ice-princess of a girlfriend, ChiChi. It would only take him a half hour to finish his procedure before the internist and nurses would close what also needed to be done.

Some stupid kid thought it would be cool to chug down three six-packs of beer. After collapsing before his startled friends they rushed him to the ER at SCMH. The parents were soon called and informed of the situation. Now three delinquents and two worried parents were anxiously waiting in the ER lobby.

Dr. Kinnofbick made his way into the ER's operating room. The nurses and internist had the small liquid stomach pump prepped and ready. He needed to cut the small incisions needed to use the pump. With the advance of medical technology lasers were now utilized in such procedures. The patient was lifted from the gurney to the operating table. Tubes and wires were quickly attached to the boy's skin. All his vitals were now being closely monitored and now the doctor was able to perform the necessary procedure.

Forty-five minutes later Dr. Kinnofbick was out in the ER lobby informing, all who had been awaiting the boy's status, that the young man was now in Recovery and resting. Thankful words from parents and friends greeted his words. Mother and father both hugged as the three friends expelled sighs of relief. An older and very experienced nurse came out to take the parents in to see the boy.

David Kinnofbick noted that, if he wished, he would be able to make the dinner date with ChiChi. The thing was; he didn't want to go. Not when the young blonde ER nurse, Alex, was very willing to let him go home with her. Tonight would not be the first time going home with her; there had been many instances when he had gone to her apartment.

ChiChi was a beautiful woman. There was no doubt about that. She just didn't or wouldn't sleep with him. So, he goes to someone that does. Alex wasn't exactly the beauty that ChiChi was. With her blonde hair she was attractive, but the small blue eyes and a crocked nose detracted from her looks. Alex was also very skinny and flat chested. To know her you'd realize Alex thought she was the perfect feminine figure. She had no clue that David Kinnofbick used her for sex; even though a far more physical appealing woman was too frigid to go to bed with him.

Alex soon exited the ER. Spotting him, she sauntered over to the very attractive doctor. Alex wrapped an arm about his neck and kissed his cheek. "Come on, David. Let's leave and head to my place. I've got this very cute little outfit that I know you'll just love." Pressing herself to him like a cat in heat, Alex then ran a red painted nail down his nose.

Dr. David Kinnofbick decided beggars can't be choosers and agreed to leave with the tall non curvaceous blonde. Hooking her arm within his, Alex led the way to the locker rooms.

*Friendship, Lunch & What the Heck?*

Bura and Pan met out on the student green. The tests they had prepared for together were some killers, but both girls were confident they passed.

Pan arrived second at their favorite tree. "I can't believe that's over! I've been dreading this since last week! Thank Dende for a friend like you, Bura." Pan let her laden bag drop to the ground as she plopped down to the soft grass.

Bura just laughed. Outwardly she pretended her own exam was a breeze. "I can't believe you were so worried about your test. Mine was nothing but cake the whole way through."

"Well, yeah for you. You are Bura Briefs, daughter of the infamous genius Bulma Briefs. Of course it was easy for you!" Pan huffed and mock glared at her friend. The only grandchild of Son Goku was wearing a khaki short jumper over a white tee shirt with white canvas shoes. Her orange bandana from her youth was tied about her slim midriff.

Bura just chuckled more, "you forgot my dad. He's really smart too, you know." Bura had on a baby blue denim and lace skirt with a pink blouse. On her feet were sandals in the same blue shade.

Pan started teasing her very "daddy's girl" friend. "Yeah. Vegeta is supposed to be the smartest man in the known universe, according to you."

"He is! And don't you try to be funny. You're not good at it." A bura glared at her childhood confidant. Her words caused a frown upon Pan's softly tanned face. A shouting match ensued.

"You take that back!"

"No!"

"I'm warning you! Take it back!"

"Make me." A raised eyebrow added weight to the challenge.

Just as Pan was about to launch herself at the smug blue haired woman, when a strict voice stopped her. The voice belonged to her father. Both young women looked up to see the tall demi-Saiyajin standing over them. He then went into a long tirade concerning young ladies and how they should act and about students not fighting on school grounds. Gohan also went on and on about the school possibly expelling both of them as punishment. Both girls felt the lecture was punishment enough, they wisely kept that to themselves.

Gohan ended his minutes long lecturing with these words."Since I arrived in time, the two of you are going to get a warning. Try to keep tempers in check when at school, please. I'm sure that Vegeta would let you two use the GR to settle any arguments."

"You're right, Gohan-san. I'm sorry, Pan. You are funny, smart and my best friend. Forgive me for being a spoiled Princess?" Bura looked to Pan for her answer.

"Sure, I forgive you. If you forgive me for picking on you abut your dad?" Pan implored. Bura nodded and both girls hugged. They soon giggled as some of their fellow classmates applauded the now mended squabble.

"Good. Now that you both are finished, who wants to go and get some burgers?" Gohan smiled at two of his favorite women of all time.

The college aged women chorused, "me!" as they grabbed their bags. The trio then left the campus green to head over to a well-loved burger joint of all the students.

When they got to the roadside burger diner it was nearing midday and the place was crowded. The noise level was high as patrons and employees tried talking over each other. The only place the three of them could find to sit was a booth near the back. A harried waitress soon came to their booth with three menus.

"What would the three of you like to drink?" The woman was so beleaguered that her grammar wasn't proper.

"I'll have a tall chocolate-malted shake." Pan ordered her preferred drink.

Bura politely replied to the woman, "I'll have a Banana and raspberry smoothie, please."

"I'll just have a large lemon ice tea," Gohan ordered.

The waitress, Myrtle, jotted their orders down. She stated that she'll be right back to get their lunch orders and with their drinks. A bus boy came by and placed three ice waters on the table. It was hot enough in the diner that they all took sips of their waters.

"What would you like, Panny?" Gohan asked his daughter as he noted all the dishes he wanted to order.

Pan did not look at her menu. "The Salisbury steak burger*** looks really good. I want at least four of those, all with fries. Onion rings, cheese sticks and two corn fritters to go along with it. Then two slices of their cherry pie with ice cream and chocolate sauce for dessert." Evidently she knew exactly what she wanted for lunch.

Gohan nodded at the items wanted. He wasn't surprised. Pan loved the thick burgers and dragged him to the diner since junior high. "What are you ordering, Bura? You see anything you want?"

Bura hid a blush at that question. She was sitting right across from her best friend's father. The man she had a deep crush on since she was sixteen. 'You have no idea about what I want, Gohan-sama.' Bura continued to look through her menu for a few seconds longer. Deciding on ordering her favorite from the diner, she closed the menu. "I know what I want now, Gohan-san. Two bacon Swiss cheeseburgers, three cheddar chili burgers, all five with fries, onion rings, chicken wings and two hot fudge sundaes."

"A hm . . . " Gohan looked through the menu a few moments longer. He then closed his menu.

"What are you having, Dad?" Pan inquired of her father.

"I'm going to order exactly what both of you are getting. Maybe I'll even double that order." The talk of food caused all three's stomachs to growl at being barren.

Luckily the waitress soon came back. Placing down the three drinks, she then took out her order pad and flipped to their page. "Have you three decided on your lunches?" Three nods then answered her query. When she gave the nod to begin, they then stated their menu choices one by one. Since all three were regular customers, the waitress wasn't surprised by the amount ordered. Myrtle informed them that she'd give the order to Jeb, the cook, right away and went to another table.

The three partial Saiyajins discussed their day. The girls talked about their recent tests and Gohan talked about the classes he taught that day. The items that showed in the appetizer list of the menu were the first to be brought out.

Pan then grabbed the ketchup bottle and drenched her onion rings. She then handed it over to her father so he could do the same. Bura just sprinkled salt and pepper upon her onion rings and chicken wings.

They ate and also talked about Bulma and Piccolo's wedding. Gohan asked the girls about the dresses that would be worn by the bride's maids.

"They're really pretty, Dad. The dresses have a three-tiered skirt in a bell shape with a slim fitting top. Thin shoulder straps and elbow length gloves in white. We all looked like southern belles. From the description of the tuxedos, we all should match wonderfully." Pan, notably excited, stopped shoveling her mouth full of cheese sticks long enough to talk.

The girls were soon talking about their afternoon classes. While they talked, Gohan was given time to contemplate the visit he had from his mother on Saturday. ChiChi was notorious for her temper. When she had asked him about Goten, he made sure to steer her away from his involvement with Trunks. ChiChi would go nuts would go nuts if she knew about them; or he believed she would.

Gohan knew all about those two. How could he not? Goten was his little brother; Gohan was there for his birth. He saw the signs as clear as day. Gohan could smell them, too. He also had to admit the others, Vegeta mostly, believed he was more human than Saiyan. They had no idea how truly wrong they were.

Gohan just didn't want his mother interfering in his brother's love life. She had meddled enough in his own. The woman was crazily obsessed with being a grandmother then, and still is to this day. She would probably start sending over any and all young attractive women she found over to Goten's apartment. ChiChi would reason all he would need is a good woman to make him forget about Trunks and give her more grandchildren. She would totally ignore the fact that both demi-Saiyajin men were deeply in love with each other. Her quest was to have both her sons live out the images of perfection her mind had created long ago.

At times his mother drove him nearly mad. Gohan had always consented to her wishes and demands. ChiChi would scream, harp and nag his ears off if he hadn't. It had been horrible listening to her yell at his father when he was younger. There had been times in his childhood when he wished his father had stood up to her more. Used his abilities and scared ChiChi with a ki blast to just shut her up. Unfortunately, his father wasn't like that. Only in regards to his mother did Gohan wish Goku was more like Vegeta. Gohan knew Vegeta would have threatened her with a ki blast if she didn't stop her ear splitting shrieking. He had done so several times when visiting them on Mount Puazu before the androids and Cell.

That past Saturday had been the first time Gohan had ever talked back to his mother. It had felt good; in fact, it felt wonderful. The absolute nerve of the woman! Telling him how to raise his own daughter! If only ChiChi knew how miserable she had made his life growing up. Maybe she would stop trying to make everyone else into what she wanted and worked on herself.

She could start with being less mercenary. All those years ago, when his father got to visit them from Otherworld, ChiChi was more excited about the tournament prize money they could have won than Goku coming home. The only good thing about her money conscientiousness was that it allowed him those few weeks of freedom to train for the event along with his brother.

According to his mother his father wasn't reliable, but not to him. Gohan had to admit Goku was absent in his youth, though. Even when gone Gohan could still feel, his dad's strong presence. His father had taught him many of the most important lessons in his life. Goku has taught him to see the beauty and goodness in all things. To respect nature and all which she provides. That the well being and safety of others took precedence. The freedom for all people was sacred. The most important of all lessons he had learned was that a parent's love meant they would be willing to sacrifice their own life for that of their child's. It was a shame his mother never saw that.

Gohan realized where his thoughts were headed and mentally put a stop to them. He was allowing too much bitterness get in the way of enjoying this time with Pan and Bura. Bura Briefs. If Vegeta knew just how Saiyajin he really was, he'd kill him. Gohan felt his Saiyan blood heat beyond all barriers when near the blue haired woman. His human side argued that she was his daughter's best friend. There was also the age difference. Bura was only a year older than Pan. Pan was nineteen and soon to be twenty.

At twenty years of age, Bura was still the only woman he ever felt this way about. Videl had never caused so much emotional conflict within him. He only wished she was nearer to his age. Vegeta still might kill him, though. Best to just keep these feelings to himself.

Bura probably saw him as her best friend's pedagogue of a dad, however. What would she want with a man twice her age?

They continued their meal. During Gohan's agonizing internal thinking, the waitress had brought out a large serving platter loaded with their lunch orders. He quickly grabbed hold of one burger and began to chew away as he listened to Pan and Bura discuss the next study night they should plan for.

When lunch was over it was time for their afternoon classes. Gohan quickly payed the bill as the girls grabbed their bags. A quick stop to the bathrooms and then all three walked toward the campus together. It was time to but aside his inner rambling for a later date.

§Author's Note§

This is for Emmy who heard me bitch and moan over this chapter. The last one was a bit difficult to get out and that caused this one to start out slow. VERY slow. So thanks, Emmy. I really will have Alex hurting just as you asked, but it will be a long while from now.

And yes. ChiChi and Yamcha will be another couple in this story. It's going to take awhile for ChiChi to see Dr. Dave's real colors. Gohan and Bura may be one as well.

*:There really is a French restaurant in a nearby town by that name. I've always wanted to go there. Now, I know some people are saying "How can she write about a French restaurant after the war in Iraq?" Well, a few reasons. 1: The war isn't really over. 2: It's a local restaurant. And that means local money and local people work there. 3: French restaurant owners in the US have no control over the government's actions back in France. Hell, we barely have any over our own.

**: I heard somewhere that Yamcha meant Dimsum. If I'm wrong, please correct me.

***: The Salisbury steak burger has mushrooms, a ketchup and gravy mixture, sauteed onions and Monterey Jack cheese. (Man, does that sound good.)

Medical terminology: ER=emergency room

OR=operating room

Ok, that's it! Enough of that chapter! Damn, I'm glad that's over with. The past two chapters have been a real pain! Damn muses! Always have to have their own way.

Looks like Gohan isn't as much of a momma's boy as he appears. Seems he does his own hiding, just like his dad. I just hope our Ouji's and Oujo are able to bring happiness to all the Son men. I don't know if it's the Saiyajin blood or if something is in the water, but don't they all just work so well together?

Hmm . . . but what about Son Pan? Who should be her love interest? Anybody have an idea? I'm thinking of two possibilities. Can anybody else think of some? Suggestions are welcomed!

You all still don't have to review; unless you have ideas about someone for Pan. Anyone will be considered. Hn . . . except Master Roshi, Oolong, Turtle, Yajerobe and Puar. They're all just . . . yucky.