~*****~

If there was one thing on this earth I would fight tooth and nail for, it would be lounging in the sun. It sure was great to relax with absolutely nothing to do. The kids were at school, Lola was a master at handling the company while I enjoy some extended maternity leave. Well, that is until a shadow appears over me. I peer up at the cause and grumble irritably. "What is it now?" I complain.

"Sorry for popping in unannounced again, Mara, but can I borrow your dragon radar? I tried asking Bulma but Bulla threw her toys at me, so I had to get out of there." Goku commented as he sat on his butt near my chair.

"Sure, why not?" I hum as I sit up and stretch. "Come on, it's in my office." I urge with a wave of my hand. "So, what are you gonna wish for?"

"Funny you should ask. I'm making good on my promise to bring back King Kai!" Goku exclaims happily. "I'll return this in one piece!" I offer the device when I pull it out. "Thanks, Mara! I appreciate it!"

"You're welcome. After a year, would you gather them all again for me? I have a few wishes I want to ask for." I ask.

Goku beams. "You bet! Just make sure to remind me, you know how forgetful I am." Goku chuckles.

"I know, I know. Have fun!" I chirp as I wave him off. I go back to lounging, only to be interrupted hours later by the sky darkening. I growl out in anger and stomp outside, where Goku sits with a group of people and Shenron looking irritated. "What is all this? You're seriously cutting into my lazy day!" I exclaim angrily.

"Mom, mom! Tell them Goten, Marble, and I have a big wish to grant!" Mars exclaims as Marble and Goten back him up with nods and shouts of encouragement.

I start tapping at my foot as everyone begins to argue. "Who gathered the dragon balls?" I ask through my teeth. Goku meekly raises his hand as if he's going to get yelled at. "Then by that logic, the wish belongs to Goku. All of you need to get off your butts and do the work yourself!" I shout.

"That doesn't sound fair!" Mars complains.

"Yeah, we never get wishes!" Marble agrees.

"Because you've never asked if you could go look for them!" I express. "Goku gathered the Dragon Balls, the wishes belong to him. If he chooses to give them to you, that's his choice, but he made a promise and he wants to keep it. That goes for you three as well." I urge to Roshi, Oolong, and Eighteen. Just before Goku could speak, Gohan's voice rings out.

"Hold on! It's an emergency!" He cries, flying in.

"Gohan-" I start up but stop when I see poor Pan flushed and sweating. "Oh, no, sweetie, what happened?"

"Are there any wishes left?" Gohan asks breathlessly. "Pan's had a fever all day, and nothing the doctor gave her is working. I think it's because she's part Saiyan, so it's hard to find effective medicine."

"Oh, dear," I chime as I palm at Pan's forehead. "The poor thing. It is very hard to find medicine for our kids." I express.

"Do you guys mind if I use a wish to help Pan?" He asks his father.

"Oh, Gohan, of course not!" Eighteen chirps. "Go right up there." Eighteen encourages. "We would never say no to Pan!"

Everyone nods in response. Gohan sighs in relief. "You guys are the best!" He expresses.

"Well? Go!" Goku urges.

Gohan nods and steps forward. "Shenron! I wish for you to restore Pan's health!"

"That is a simple wish to grant!" Shenron growls. In an instant, Pan is no longer flushed and panting. She squeals happily flies into the air. "Your wish has been granted."

"You're a good dad, Gohan," Eighteen hums.

"Thanks, and you guys are good friends. Well, I better get back. Videl's waiting for us!" Gohan explains.

"Give me a call later, and I'll make something Pan can take if she gets sick again. It works wonders on the twins." I explain.

"Thank you. See ya!" Gohan chirps as he flies off.

Roshi sighs. "What a nice moment."

"Now, speak your final wish!" Shenron urges.

"Great! There's only one wish left!" Eighteen complains.

Everyone starts arguing but I shove at Goku to move forward. "Like I said, Goku can do whatever he wants with his wishes, so shut up and let him make his wish." I order. Everyone sulks.

Goku giggles. "Thanks, Mara!" He chirps. "I hope you're listening up there, King Kai! 'Cause I'm finally gonna fix you! Yo, Shenron! Here's my wish! I want the three people on King Kai's planet world to-"

"Wait, wait, wait, stop!" Eighteen shouts. "If you're waiting this long to bring back King Kai, can't we wait a little longer?"

"Yeah, Eighteen's got a good point, Goku!" Roshi exclaims. "Put that wish back in play!"

"He's not going anywhere!" Oolong chimes in. "Bring him back next time!"

"All of you are being incredibly selfish!" I snap angrily. "I will not tolerate it any longer! None of you put in the work to gather those dragon balls, so you're going to have to wait on your selfish wishes! Do you understand me?"

They all start arguing again, pushing back against my reasonings. "We're going to be here all day, aren't we?" Shenron sighs.

I growl out angrily. "I'm taking matters into my own hands." I snap. "Eighteen, I know you want to get something for Krillen, so why don't you-" I lean forward and whisper in her ear some illicit things that should not be repeated in front of children. She takes the bait, and flushes. "What the hell do you want?" I ask Roshi.

"A pink car full of hotties!" Roshi exclaimed.

"You are so unbelievably disgusting." I murmur dejectedly. Pulling out my phone, I call Lola. "Hey, offer the models ten mil each to drive around in a pink car with Master Roshi." She chimes out an agreement, and not only ten seconds later, a pink car pulls up. Roshi cheers in response.

"Wow, Mara! You've become and even better wish granter than Shenron!" Goku chirps.

"Mara, do me next!" Oolong cheers.

"New undies, right?" I ask irritably. He tries exclaiming in refusal. "Of course. Eighteen, if you get rid of this weirdo, one hundred million zeni is yours, deposited into your bank within the hour." I explain.

"Done and done." Eighteen hums and flicks Oolong into the sky. I tap on my phone and transfer the money.

"And you three gremlins?" I ask Mars, Marble, and Goten.

They all open their mouths, hesitate, then hum in thought. "What... did we want?" Mars asks.

"You were just gonna walk up here without thinking of a wish?" I ask curiously. I sigh as they start discussing. "Why don't you discuss this elsewhere, come back to me, and I'll get it for you." I explain. I sigh lightly as they agree and run off, leaving both Goku and I alone with Shenron. "Now, you remember our promise?" I ask cutely. "That you'll gather the dragon balls for me again in a years' time?"

"Sure thing!" Goku chirped. Just as he turns to make the wish, the dragon balls disappear.

"Oops." I chuckle. "Guess we waited too long."

Goku hums in disappointment. "Oh well. Sorry, King Kai! Better luck next time!" King Kai cries out in horror as Goku and I laugh.

~*****~

"A... A baseball game?" I ask curiously as I sit on the bench surrounding the field Eighteen told me to meet her at. Surprisingly, Champa and Vados from Universe Six invited Beerus and Whis to play a game of baseball using their competitors in the last competition. It was cute to see how happy Cabba was in seeing Vegeta again. "How fun!" I chirp. "It's been so long since I've played! Although, I'm a bit sad I didn't get picked for the team."

"Maybe it's because if your big belly." Eschalot mentioned as she patted at my belly.

"It's not that big, I'm only three months. Be nice, that's your little brother or sister." I express.

Marble shrugged. "Whatever. I totally coulda punked Mars and Goten if I got to play. Stupid boys." She grumbled irritably.

"It's been a while since I've seen Yamcha riled up, now that I think about it." I mention.

"Are you sure about Yamcha being the captain of the team?" Eighteen asks.

"Abso-freakin-lutely!" Puar chirped.

"I mean, he did take a break to be on a professional baseball team some odd years ago." I mention.

"He still keeps up playing, so I think he might have an upper edge to the others," Bulma mentions.

"Daddy throws the ball really far!" Bulla exclaims.

"He must've not met Goku," I comment as Goku, who was told to throw the ball as hard as possible, blew the other team back with his throw. "Honestly, why did I think this was going to be a normal game?" We all wince as Beerus shouts again.

"Well, we can't have that! I'm changing my pitcher!" Beerus barks angrily. "Hit the showers, Goku!"

"I'm afraid that's not allowed, my lord," Whis commented.

"What are you talking about?" Beerus asked angrily.

"Uh, the rules of baseball," I chortle loudly. "Once a pitcher has been selected, he cannot be changed until he either gets a batter out or is injured."

"What do you know?!" Beerus snapped.

"I live on earth and baseball just so happens to be one of my favorite sports." I comment.

"No, seriously, she kills on the field." Bulma retorted flatly.

Beerus growls irritably. "Fine, from now on, throw it softly, Goku." Beerus ordered.

"Uh, sure, whatever you say," Goku hummed. Goku throws again, but it slides through the air so slowly, I vaguely wondered how the hell he got it to do that. And Champa actually manages to hit it. "Oh, man."

"Foul ball!" I cheer happily as I throw my arms up.

"Huh? How was it foul? Does it smell bad?" Goku asked.

"That means it's strike two!" Whis hums.

"You got lucky, Goku!" Beerus comments. "Now throw it harder and strike him out!"

Goku sighed. "Harder? I feel like I'm getting some mixed signals here..." Goku complains. "Okay, I'll split the difference and throw it just right!" Goku hums.

Champa hits the ball and it looks like it's going to be a homerun, but Mars blasts it out of the sky. "Yeah! I'm a baseball natural!" Mars cheers.

"Lord Champa's out!" Whis cheered.

"You're my son all right!" I laugh.

"Yeah! Way to use your head!" Chi-Chi cheers.

Champa throws a tantrum. "No! That must be against the rules!"

"One would assume so, my lord, but unfortunately the rule book says nothing about affecting the ball with energy." Vados answers. "That's quite an oversight."

"This is ridiculous!" Champa roared.

"In your face~" Beerus chirped with a laugh.

Champa just growled angrily. "Of course you'd rub it in, you smug braggart!"

"I'm not sure what happened with that, but apparently it was good?" Goku hummed in confusion.

"Technically. But if Mars hadn't stepped in, that would've been a homerun." Yamcha explains. "So, why don't you let me handle the pitching from here? Let the Yamcha show you what it's like."

"Twenty thousand zeni says he lets three homeruns in," I mention casually.

"Hey!" Bulma admonished.

"I'm in," Eighteen hums, brandishing a wad of cash.

"Hell, count me in," Chi-Chi hummed, pulling out her purse. "I need the money."

"Well, I say he gets no homeruns in!" Bulma huffed as she turned her nose up.

Next to bat is Botamo hums. "My turn. I'll rip that ball to shreds!" Botamo hums. Eighteen, Chi-Chi, and I gape in shock as Yamcha actually gets strike after strike. Botamo is out, and next is Cabba.

I purse my lips for a moment before nudging Bulma. "Lookin' good, Cabba!" We chirp adoringly. "That uniform suits you~" The effect is startling, causing him to swing too early or too late in response to our not to quiet compliments. Vegeta may be steaming, but the cute flush over Cabba's face is all worth it.

"That's three strikes and three outs!" Whis cheers. "The top of the first inning is over!"

"Oh, yeah!" Yamcha cheered. "Nobody escapes the wolf!"

"You're cooler than cool, Yamcha!" Puar chirps.

"Yes, far less than worthless than I thought!" Beerus shouts.

"Way to go, daddy!" Bulla cheers.

"That'll be sixty thousand zeni," Bulma hums proudly.

"Technically, we only bet on homeruns, not strikes," I comment. Bulma growls at me. "Anyway, great job, Yamcha! You're on fire!"

"Oh, come on, guys! It wasn't that cool! Stop it!" Yamcha laughs.

"Totally stop by later, I'll fit you in for some fancy duds to celebrate!" I call out.

The teams switch, and first up to bat is Yamcha. I felt a little bad. Not only did I have a love for baseball, I did make Vegeta come to some games with me and learn a bit about the sport. That's a deadly combination. Yamcha angles his bat at Vegeta with a determined look on his face. "Get ready, because it's gonna be comin' back hot."

"Now don't be too rash, Vegeta," I order in a stern tone. Vegeta snorts, throws the ball, and pegs Yamcha right in the side with it. He collapses onto the ground, whining in pain.

"Ooh! He's hit by a pitch- dead ball!" Whis calls out.

"Why the hell did you hit him with the ball?" I call out.

"Isn't that how you play the game? Take out the other team?" Vegeta retorted.

"Oh, good god," I sigh as I lean my head back. "I knew you were faking being interested in those games! No! You throw the ball at the umpire, not the batter!"

"Goodness, leave it to Mara to get worked up over sports," Chi-Chi murmured to Eighteen, who nodded in response.

"You have to be careful now, the next foul you pull, you're ejected from the game." I express.

"What?!" Vegeta and Goku bark in shock. "You're not allowed to hit people?!"

I slump forward in irritation. "What sort of contest makes hitting against the rules?" Vegeta murmured.

"Good play, Yamcha!" I cheer anyway as Yamcha runs to first base with his hand on his side. He sighs out a thanks.

"Okay, time to give this a shot!" Goku hums as he approaches to bat.

"All right, there's no one out, with a runner on first," Whis called out.

"Are you ready to lose Kakarot?" Vegeta snorted.

"We'll see about that, Vegeta!" Goku retorted.

Vegeta powered up, causing Goku to reciprocate. It turned into a disaster. I shield my face in embarrassment, and when I hear Yamcha is safe at second base, for Champa's impeding the runner, I reveal my face to sit up. The next few bases, we're all confused as to why Yamcha is getting singled out with getting beat up.

"What's going on?" Bulma asks boredly.

"Daddy keeps falling down," Bulla laughs.

The destroyers start fighting, causing a horrible storm to start brewing between their hits. I heave a sigh of annoyance as the group huddles around Goku as if he's going to save them with Instant Transmission. I lift into the sky, pinch each of their ears and hold taut, frowning immensely. The skies lighten immediately as both Champa and Beerus are whining from my grip on their ears. "It seems neither of you stick to the rules of baseball, so, as punishment for breaking the rules; you both ejected from the game." I snap angrily.

"And the games are hereby, over." Vados hums.

"So it's a tie?" Beerus complains.

"Actually, if you'd paid attention, you'd see that Universe Seven won." I express.

"What? But how?!" Champa snapped and winced as I tugged his ear harder. Turning them around forcefully, I angle their heads down at Yamcha laying on home base.

"Heck of a play! Well done, Yamcha!" Beerus shouts.

"He stole home when no one was looking!" Krillen cheers. "Hey, the way he's lying in that crater kinda rings a bell."

"Yeah, a very painful bell." Piccolo comments.

"Is that just his I'm dying pose?" I ask as I release the destroyers.

"Don't remind me," Yamcha groaned. "Well, I'm glad we won, you guys. But I think I just gave new meaning to the term sacrifice."

"Yamcha!" The group cheers. The celebratory dinner is glorious as we fear compliment after compliment to the still beat up Yamcha.