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Andy also returned upstairs, his tail swishing in content. He returned to the table he was at and got right back to drinking his root beer.

Giggling at the natural saiyan behavior, Dee said, "Okay, I'll continue with my story."

Sitting down and getting comfy, Dee went on:

Okay, so last you've heard is that I recovered from a death situation for the second time. First time was could have been run over by train, second time could have been killed by the man I love by accident. Oh, and I think I've told you people about the funny shirt Terry wore once and the first time Terry and I did it.

Seeing all the nodding heads, Dee then said:

This next part happens in November of that same year, of 2002. I was in South town at the race track that Joe Higashi has behind his junkyard. It was supposed to be used for a race track of sorts. Joe had told me that he had wanted to see me drive a car. He knew that I was in around Terry's age given the display at his apartment. *giggles* But, Joe admitted that he did not see me driving to his place.

Terry, who was there at the time said, "Dee, take my corvette for a spin. I am sure my car will be okay in your hands. You're gentle with me..."

I could tell there was a bit of horniness in Terry's voice then that made me giggle and then blush.

Well, needless to say, Terry made the biggest goof of his life with that one. By the time I did one set of five laps... his car was ready for the junkyard. It was totalled! Terry could only gape in horrified astonishment. Joe only giggled at that secretly knowing the mistake Terry was making.

But, anywho, Joe allowed me to drive the car that was meant for me. It was a pure white Ferrari 550 Maranello Standard. Yep, you got it, a stick shift. It was also the day of the Grand Prix, so really, if I damaged this car, I was damaging a lot more than just my car, there might even be casualties if I messed up. I felt like I was in Yu-Gi-Oh in some stupid duel where the stakes could not have been any higher. Needless to say I was careful. And, because Terry's trashed corvette was still on the traditional track, they had to block off a section of South town for the race. Meaning more obstacles for me to wreck. It was almost asking for a suicide mission. I suppose I deserved it though. I did total Terry's favorite car.

Dee could hear Prince Vegeta laughing from a booth thinking yep, Dee totally deserved it, but if it were me...

Continuing, Dee said:

In the race, apparently, there was the threat of a blizzard and everyone in the race drove uber slow. I drove semi fast and I managed to pass everyone safely and yet, even though I had to stop at the stop light, when I passed that finish line, everyone was like, "Gah, Dee! You little poo poo head! You made it look like you wanted Terry to get a new set of wheels!"

Terry seemed fuming mad at first, because he came in second with a new vehicle for the race. It was a red corvette instead of a blue one. However, Terry could not help but be impressed with my driving.

Joe came up to me later, with this Oozaru sized trophy and in it a wad of cash. But then Joe said, "Guess what, Dee? That was also your driving test for your liscense. I know you don't have one you little sneak. Ha ha ha! But, you put on an awesome show that makes the king of fighters tournament look like a day in the park. It rocked!"

Well, I got into my car, which later Joe customized it. So, whenever you see the white Ferrari 550 Maranello on the streets with the name in flames on the driver's side saying Empress Dee Bogard, you know that its me driving.

Dee waited for a response to her story.

Ryu wandered up the stairs looking rather upset. The only reason why he was cranky was because he wanted food and he kept forgetting to get some.

He sat at a booth, looking incredibly small, although he was adult sized, and demanded, "Yo, Iori, make me some of your spaghetti! I am super hungry right now!"

Ryu was surprisingly loud today, which he was sure he got a few people's attention.

Jet left and went to the bar. He sat down and looked at the bartender. "Can I get something that's legal for an 18 year old and good for a military man?" he asked.

Fallon decided to wander off and look around the hotel.

Rock eventually found his new coffee shop in the lobby. He liked his new coffee shop. He made himself a latte and went to go find Fallon.

Jet shook his head, "What part of legal for an 18 year old did you not get. I'm not into getting drunk...all the military displine I think. Not to mention angel's are not supposed to get drunk. What do you suggest, Dee?"

Jet sighed. "Forget it just give me a something cheep--oh, wait...angels are not supposed to drink."

"The Ace of Angels was a nick name they gave me in the military, Terry. That nick name has nothing to do with me being an angel. It was given to me because I am an ace pilot. Fine...I'll take the apple juice." said Jet.

Rock went to the bar and found Jet, Dee, and Terry. "Dad...leave Jet alone. He's got a lot on his mind and he's trying to cope with it. It's what the military does to you." he turned and looked at Jet. "Sorry, Jet. Dad usually isn't that rude."

Jet looked at Rock and smiled. "Oh, don't worry about it. He's got a point I should just get something and get it over with. I've always been a little on the indecisive side. And when it comes to being an angel...I'm am one yes but my home is here on earth. I know nothing of being an angel."

Rock tried to take Jet seriously on that comment. Jet was his best friend and he didn't like the way Terry treated him just now. He wanted to shoot a glare at his father but it wasn't worth his time. "Oh, well...Dad also a master of overreacting. Espically when it comes to Dee." Rock walked off a bit angry.

Looking at Terry, kind of agreeing with Rock on this one about the sharpness her husband was on Jet, said, "Terr, you gotta admit that was a bit too strong of a scolding. But, Jet, when you want a drink, just decide what you want. Legal of an 18 year old usually means booze. But, remembering about the angel part, booze doesn't work. So, apple juice is the next best thing to being booze. I have soda pop, but I don't think angels will wanna burp so loudly it causes the planet to shake. ha ha ha! Terry on the other hand..."

Dee passes Terry a root beer. "Terry would rather just let it rip when it comes to burping."