A DragonBall Christmas Tale

Epilogue

10 years later….

"Boxer Briefs! You come back here right now!"

The cheeky, purple-haired five-year-old laughed, and ran away from his mother. Pan sighed, and chased her son.

Bulma laughed as she watched her daughter-in-law chase her grandson. She turned to ChiChi. "I can still remember when Pan and Trunks first got together."

ChiChi smiled. "Didn’t that happen here?"

"Yep. That’s why I booked this cabin again."

"Hello! We’re here!" a voice called from the door.

"Grandmas!" A little girl with her blue-green hair in pigtails ran over to Bulma and ChiChi.

"Watch out for Mummy, Bikini." Goten called to his daughter.

Bra walked in, her hand rested on her swollen belly. Goten took his wife’s other hand and helped her sit down with her mother and mother-in-law.

"I’ll go get you a drink." He went to the kitchen.

Pan walked into the living room, carrying her wriggling son. "Look, Boxer. There’s Aunty Bra and Bikini."

Little Bikini screamed, and ran away. Boxer snickered cruelly, and ran after his cousin. "C’mon Bikini. Let’s play superheroes! I’ll be the Hole-proof Hero, and you can be Wonder Bra, his faithful side-kick!"

"Daddy! Help!"

Pan shook her head sadly. "My son is a lunatic."

"Trunks was like that," laughed Bulma. She turned to Bra. "So, when will you be giving me another grandchild?"

"Oh, soon." Bra gave a little laugh. "Junior’s kicking around in there. He’s gonna be a fighter like his daddy."

Goku and Vegeta walked in, Vegeta desperately looking for a chance to escape Goku’s endless blabbering. Goten returned from the kitchen, carrying a glass of juice in one hand and Bikini’s hand in the other. Trunks, with Boxer on his shoulders, was with him, and the two were engaged in a conversation.

"Grandpas!" Bikini ran to Vegeta and Goku.

Goten smiled, and went to Bra. He handed her the juice. Trunks hugged her, and placed his ear on her stomach.

"How’s my nephew doing? Annoying Mummy?"

Bra laughed. "Oh, yeah. He’s got one mean kick."

"Tell me about it!" moaned Goten. "He kicks me through your belly! I have bruises!"

"Then imagine how I feel."

Krillin and #18 entered the room, once again weighed down with decorations. Bra waved to them.

"I’d get up, but you know how it is. Hey! Where’s Marron?"

"She went to her in-laws’," answered Krillin. "It’s easy for you guys. Your in-laws are as close as family." Krillin turned to Goku and Vegeta. "How are my two favourite related-through-marriage Saiyans?"

"Shut up, Chrome-dome!" Vegeta growled. Everyone simply laughed.

"You’re funny, Grandaddy!" Bikini giggled. Vegeta might have smiled. Bikini looked a lot like Bra when she was little. In fact, Bikini did not resemble Kakarrot’s brat in any way.

Boxer slid down Trunks’ back. "Hey, Grandpa, can you teach me how to be heaps strong like you?"

Vegeta did smile, and shot a defiant look at Goku.

"And Great-Grandpa Goku can help you!"

Vegeta yelled out and began to hit his head on the wall.

Bikini regarded him with great interest and curiosity. "Grandaddy Goku, what’s wrong with Grandaddy Vegeta?"

"Oh, nothing," Goku answered. "C’mon, kids. Let’s go get some candy!"

"Yay! You’re the greatest, Grandaddy Goku!"

"Yep! Hurray for Great-Grandpa Goku!"

Goku led Boxer and Bikini to the kitchen. Vegeta was leaning against the wall. He slid down it, sat on the floor and, with a depressed look on his face, said, "I hate my life....but I hate Kakarrot more!"

Goten turned to Bra. "You were right."

Bra was confused. "About what?"

"Last time we were here, we were wondering what it would take to make our dads friends. And you said ‘something big’." He kissed her on the forehead. "Now, they’re related through marriage – twice – and Vegeta still hates Dad."

"Well…" Bra sighed, and took Goten’s hand. "I guess some things never change."