*Bana's POV

Two weeks later--or technically speaking, party time.

For some reason both my parents had been acting rather strangely these few days. While Mom was so hyped at the very idea of being invited to the party, Dad broke cold sweat when he learned Uncle might be there--so much so that I had to chime in on how he might not give any more banter on how Dad used to be one of the men under his watch.

After all, were Uncle still to gloat about being a prince... just what does he have to preside over? A long-lost planet? Come on!

"...Trust me, son, you wouldn't want to speak like such to his face!" Dad wiped his brow for the seventh time three nights ago as he conversed with me alone.

"Oh, I would if he asked. If not, well, I won't spoil for a fight. Trust me, Dad--more people would be more than happy to greet you than not. His would just be one voice!"

"He's right, dear. At worst he wouldn't attack you under everyone's watch; and even then we both would stand by your side."

Thus, after considerable efforts of sweet-talking, Dad grudgingly took the offer.

By this time we are at the seaside where the party is to take place. Neither that halfling Trunks nor his mom said anything about the party being held on a ship, nor even a cruise-liner; so we were arguably surprised when one of many ladies in navy-blue clothes came on and greets Dad:

"Good day. May I be of assistance?"

"Well, yes. My family here and I are invited to a party somewhere around here, but we don't seem to know the place."

The girl smiled. "It's not uncommon to hold such events aboard some ship nowadays, sir. Perchance do you have the tickets?"

"Invitation cards, you mean," Mom butted in. "Yes we do, and our benefactor's name is Mrs. Bulma Briefs. Mind showing us where she is?"

"Please follow me; you might be expected. She is already seeing to the presents now," she added, beginning to walk away.

Dad gaped.

"A party on a ship... and you are saying," he turned to me and Mom with a weird look, "that we're part of it?! T-that Bulma..?"

"Well, yeah," Mom smirked. "Kinda forgot to tell ya, that Earthen strumpet's been your Prince's wife for a good ten years now; her own words to me."

And that was how we got here. Now I'm just looking to spot Trunks to spout off some more choice words for not elaborating about the actual venue from the start. I mean, how hard could that be?!

"...There you are, buddy!"

"Why, Bana! Good to see ya; though I had expected Goten's family to arrive first..."

"Don't sidetrack me! You failed to tell that we'll be cruise-lining, and now you'll pay for it..!"

"Hey, sorry, okay~ Ahahaha..."

In the background, of course, there are our parents greeting each other, complimenting, saying how it's nice being here, etc. But my present business is with this half-pint--at least 'til Goten arrives, which I hoped would not be too soon.

"Then again, that was quite a surprise..."

I chased Trunks to a fairly secluded corner of the ship, when he brought that up.

"What was a surprise, hmm?"

"I mean... why did you not choose to show off your skills to Goten back then? Might've won an admirer, you know."

"I told you all, my skills are not for display. Ask your dad that, and you're more than likely to get a clean hit on the face."

"Well, yeah... fact is, he already did that."

"He did..?"

"Yep, during training. Said that if I could hit him just once, he'd take me to somewhere nice."

"Did you rise to it?"

"Or we wouldn't have met in that seaside eating-place. Yes, I managed to hit him once, as he asked--but then he also struck back, as you said."

"Poor thing. Must be crying hard then."

"Oh, you don't know my dad. Never expect such whines to have any effect on him. No, he just said that's it, we could go--oh, and he did ask of Goten too; if he's stronger than me, and such."

I crossed my arms. "Sounds like you got a fully Saiyan treatment."

"...And you?"

"With me, it isn't half as hard. My parents are Saiyans, true, but we've lived here on Earth not very long; and Mom said it would not do to--"

"Hold on--both your parents are Saiyans?!"

"Surprised?"

"Heck yeah!! That would make you way stronger than me, or Goten--only our dads are Saiyans! Must be why you called me 'halfling' then."

"Meant no offense."

"Knew you didn't. It's true anyway. So... is that why you're not showing those skills? Because there's not a worthy opponent to spar with?"

"Well, not really; as I was saying, it's because my mom urged to be careful around Earthlings, and not reveal our powers too often. We're outsiders, to start with. Would it be any different now?"

"Power-wise, I'd say it's still much the same. However, I tell you, Earthlings are not completely nonsensical beings. They'd mostly listen to reason if you ask nicely."

"Is that so..."

"However, between us Saiyans, I think you ought to re-train again. Feel free to drop in anytime to test out the Gravity Room! I'll talk Mom into that."

"Appreciate it."

"No sweat--but really, this is amazing. You shoulda told me this the day we first met."

"Ah-ah, don't think so. Not while you struggled just to get on with that rate of gravity. Might be thought as a mock then."

"True... Oh, seems a lot more have come. Gotta go, see if Goten's here! If he is, I'll bring him here. See ya!"

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*3rd POV
Original scene: DBS -- #6 - 14 (season 1)

Most of the shortlisted guests are present, and are busying themselves with enjoying the various free food (mostly); looking around the cruise-liner; or just meet, greet and gush over anything that comes to mind. At that, the order to sail out had been given, so enjoying the relaxing vastness and winds of the sea is also becoming an option. Hercule also brought in the revived and transformed (as in becoming good) Majin Buu, however--an unanticipated addition that's becoming a problem for Bulma to restrain on almost all the food--especially puddings. The former threat to Earth helped himself quite liberally on that, going so far as having his own platter.

Seika's personal appearance also garnered attention, and most guests spent considerable time at Bana's family table to know more of this husband to Vegeta's sibling. Seika mostly talked about his current position as 'earth-checker specialist' (as he named it) in a company he declined to name.

Vegeta himself did come, and at first there was an awkward scene on how this 'prince' ought to greet his newest relative. As Saui predicted, however, no blows were traded; just some talk about Saiyan 'pride' and 'honor'. That, coming from a vain guy that Vegeta is, hardly aroused everyone's attention.

Soon, Seika perceived himself to be welcome among the limited group, and began to relax. Nor did Bana have to stand for his dad's honor; in fact the kid was enjoying closer relations with Goten, Gohan, Videl and Chi-chi.

Moreover, this party is also attracting two more uninvited visitors--Beerus, the 'God of Destruction' and his attendant Whis. The former professed to want to, as he put it, 'turn this planet into dust'; but for the time being he is held back by the latter, who wished to know more about Earth's 'exquisite' dishes. Whis even requested a 'sample-platter' of the dishes on every food stall aboard.

Overall, the party went on smoothly until Whis brought his master's attention to puddings, at about the same time when Majin Buu was just about to gobble his--and the entire ship's--last batch of them.

Beerus and Whis thus went over to Hercule's table, where Buu is.

"Excuse me, sir..." Beerus' mouth began to water, and he licked it back, "would you mind sharing one of those chewy substance with us..?"

"No, pudding's all for Buu!" the speaker held on protectively to his platter.

"I think you misunderstood," Whis intervened. "Lord Beerus wished just one of those, not all; would you kindly give it?"

"No chance!!"

"Just a tiny little bit, then?" Beerus moved his fingers to a pinch for emphasis.

"No!"

Instead, Buu began all at once to lick all the puddings on the platter, rendering them inedible to any sane mind. After the initial shock--and it was great--Beerus now stared down at Buu while emitting a crazy amount of purplish aura.

"Very well then--guess I'll have to get it BY FORCE!!!"

That, and the intensity of the aura, made everyone else looked upwards where they found the 'God of Destruction' hovering. His attendant, meanwhile, is still in the process of filling his sample-platter.

"I came here to be face to face with the so-called Super Saiyan God, yet I got none; I asked for a bit of the so-called pudding, yet I got none; so now I aim for your planet, and this time I WILL get it! I challenge all here to try stop me if you dare!"

A small purplish Ki ball started to form above his index finger. By then he had knocked Buu off his table and into one of the swimming pools with little effort.

As Piccolo, Tien and Android 18--Krillin's wife--began to try having a go at Beerus, Bana found his own mother trembling while kneeling on the planks.

"Mom, what's wrong? You're not going to join in..?"

"No... don't even think of that, Bana! You're still so young, I beg of you..."

"Huh..?"

"That Beerus guy... I remember him. He is an old fiend, our nemesis after Frieza; the one who directly humiliated your grandfather, the King Vegeta. If he was no match for him, how could we all expect to be..."

"What..?!"

Wide-eyed, the child again stared up. The previously-mentioned trio was brought down within minutes.

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