Minna-san! Hello! I'm BAAAAACK! Lol, sort of. This story has been on my mind for a while now and I'm stretching my typing fingers again! I am always perfecting my writing craft and when ideas flow I just have to get them out!

I grew up watching DragonballZ with my father and now as I am watching Dragonball Super, a thought occurred to me and this story was the result of that thought. Yes, I know Dragonball and its incarnations require fighting but again, I'm not one of those types of writers. I like writing about the human elements, the events that occur during and after a battle because rarely no one ever thinks about those things. I became inspired after the world of Dragonball expanded to the Kami Plane (the land of the gods) in Dragonball Super. Honestly I'm not too sure as to where I want this story to go yet, but again, this story has been on my mind for a while now so let's just see what happens!

Also, I'm making this particular story M because there will be high levels of swearing and references to alcohol and drunkenness (The main character works at a bar and has quite a mouth on her).

Oh yes! The setting: This story happens BEFORE Beerus-sama and Whis make their debut! I also will be using a few Japanese words but you should be able to catch the references as to the meanings of them. I prefer subtitled, so this story WILL reflect that (for example: it isn't "Saiyan" it's actually "Sayajin").

Hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: DragonballZ, it's characters, incarnations, settings, etc., belong to its awesome creator, Akira Toriyama. All original characters, settings, etc., belong to me!

Chapter 1: Life Changes

Night life in South City was always so lively. People moved about on the streets happy go lucky, knowing they would end up with hangovers the very next day. The Silver Snake was alive and kicking with patrons from all walks of life, the lone bartender the very definition of what the Silver stood for: independence and a lot of black.

Her name was Anya (last name non negotiable as this particular woman preferred her privacy); she had been working at the Silver Snake for about a year now and already loved the job. She was a pretty good bartender and the bouncer was one tough guy who treated her like a little sister.

"Gimme another." A patron burped out; he was a regular at the Silver Snake; Anya knew how to handle him.

"I think you've had enough Jim." Anya told him. "Must have been one hell of a day for you to down so much alcohol."

"My wife's been sleeping with my brother."

Anya frowned. "That sucks." Being a bartender required one to listen to people's lives. Not many good stories came through the Silver Snake's doors.

"Sounds like you need a lawyer instead of another drink." Anya coaxed. "Why don't you head home and sleep on it?"

This was her life...Bartender by night, couch potato by day. Bartending was pretty hard on you if you didn't have nerves of steel. Anya had those and more. Though she worked in a situation that required socializing, Anya much preferred her quiet, one bedroom apartment just a walk away from the bar. Usually after work Anya would hit her glorious bed and sleep until noon then watch tv until it was time to head back to work. It was a simple life but she loved it.

Unfortunately, one particular day, a rather large knock on Anya's door disrupted her glorious sleeping time.

Drudgingly Anya headed to the door and mentally cursed upon seeing her bubbly friend, Crista Springstein, practically bursting with joy.

"I got it! It's mine!" The young woman squealed as Anya begrudgingly let her in. What made Crista a good friend anyway? She was loud, obnoxious, and just downright annoying; still, despite her rather large faults, Crista had been Anya's friend since they were five and was the only one she knew that would give her the space she so desperately wanted or needed.

"Could you have waited a bit longer? You know...Night owl here." Anya groaned. Ugh...She needed coffee...

"Sorry chica, but I just couldn't stop myself!" Crista sat at one of the stools in the small kitchen. "I got the letter yesterday and you were heading to work..."

Anya turned on the coffee machine. "What are you talking about?"

"The internship at Capsule Corporations dummy!" Crista squealed. "I worked so hard on my essay...I'm hoping someday to do good!"

Coffee done Anya took a good long sip, the liquid felt good going down her throat, waking her groggy senses.

"Well good for you." Anya raised an eyebrow. "By chance your essay...That wouldn't have anything to do with our conversation a year ago would it?" She saw Crista flinch then groaned. Great, that's all she needed, more freaking attention.

"Oh come on Anya...What happened to you was a miracle!" Crista defended. "I mean, stuck in a coma for all your childhood then suddenly waking up? I go inspired!"

Anya glared. "I'm not some freak show, Cris."

"I never said you were." Crista said. "I just mentioned that I have a good friend who inspires me to change the world is all. I didn't mention your name or anything."

Anya rolled her eyes. "Well, at least one of us is benefitting from my years of mental captivity."

For as long as Anya had known her, Crista was always optimistic. Anya, on the other hand, was the complete opposite. Ever since waking up from a coma for who truly knew how long, Any's life had been a circus for a while after her miraculous recovery and it annoyed her to a point where she just didn't like attention. Now all she wanted was to live her life out of the spotlight which she got after the fifteen minutes of fame wore off.

Bidding Crista good luck on her internship, Anya plopped right onto her prized leather couch and mindlessly flipped through TV channels. She rolled her eyes at another Satan-san dojo commercial. The guy was certainly loving the spotlight but who could blame him? According to what she had been told, he had saved the world from aliens twice. All the while Anya was unconscious in a hospital bed.

Her phone rang; seeing the number she huffed and answered.

"Hey mom, yeah I just woke up." Her mom, Celeste was the woman's name, had constantly been at her side while in the hospital. Even now, wide awake, the woman wouldn't leave her alone. Anya loved her mom but sometimes she just wished the woman would calm down. It took a year before her mom stopped calling her every morning just to make sure Anya was wide awake.

"No...I'm not planning anything this weekend..." Anya frowned. "Mom, you know that isn't my thing...Yeah, yeah...He saved the world, I know mom..."

Her mother was a huge Satan-san fan; going to every event the man went to. According to her mom, the guy even visited Anya in the hospital to give her and her mother encouraging words. Anya's mom firmly believed Satan-san's words brought Anya back to the waking world and has praised him ever since. It was another annoying part of Anya's life. At least Crista wouldn't bug Anya so much.

Sighing for the third time that morning, Anya put her coffee mug in the sink.

"Okay, okay...I'll make an appearance...When and where?" Quickly she jotted down the time and place for some shindig on a nearby notepad. Frowning she set the pen down. "Mom...really?" She groaned. "Got it. See you then...Love you too bye." Cutting the call she raked a hand through her lone piece of hair...bangs that fell over her right eye. The rest of her black hair was in a pixie-style cut, making it easier to deal with. The hair style had been her first ounce of rebellion once she woke up and has had it ever since as a constant reminder of her independence and privacy. The black dye she used for her hair brought out her startling green eyes, at least in Anya's point of view. Her natural hair color was a horrible blonde, one of which she chose to erase from existence completely.

That Saturday, around ten o'clock, Anya was dressed and out the door. She took the bus half way then walked the rest, coming to a rather large manor. Gather her wits about her, Anya rang the bell.

The butler guided her to a large banquet hall where there was only two people currently gathered, her mom and some large burly guy with a black afro and mustache. She knew the guy all too well for his face was plastered everywhere in town and on the television...Satan-san.

Her mother noticed her and went to her side, engulfed her in a large hug.

"I'm so glad you came, Anya." The woman was beyond happy. She always was when Anya made an appearance.

"Good seeing you too, mom...What's this about anyway?" Her mom was very cryptic about all this over the phone. Anya hoped the woman didn't expect her to give some speech to Satan-san or something because that wasn't happening.

The woman took her hand. "In a moment, come here and meet your hero." She guided Anya to the large male dressed like an idiot, at least in Anya's eyes. What was with this weird cape trend anyway? He looked like a crazy guy!

"Satan-san...This is my daughter, Anya." Her mom presented.

The guy's smile was outlined by his heavy mustache. "Anya, I remember you! I'm glad my power reached you to get you up and about!"

Dear kami this guy believed his own damn words? Was he serious? Anya just huffed in reply, refusing to even speak to the idiot in front of her.

He chuckled. "You're probably so excited to finally meet the guy that not only saved the world but woke you up!"

Her mom was practically worshipping the ground the guy walked on. "Just like a prince charming!"

Anya mentally rolled her eyes. This guy was so full of himself it was annoying.

He placed a hand on her shoulder. "You're the true hero, not me." He told her. "You fought everyday...I'm honored to see that you finally won your battle with my help of course. We'll have to have lunch sometime so I can personally tell you everything you've missed."

"Sorry we're late dad." Anya silently thanked the female voice that brought Satan-san's attention away from her. A man and a woman came forward.

"Videl! Gohan! Glad you could make it!" He grinned.

Anya just nodded as she was introduced to them; Videl and Gohan were a married couple with relations to Satan-san. Seemed even they didn't know what was going on. Satan-san told them Anya's story, making it seem like it was he who rescued her. Anya just kept quiet, not really caring what anyone thought of anything.

Gohan blinked. "Hontou desu ka? Really? That's amazing, Anya-san!"

Satan-san wrapped arms around Gohan and Anya's shoulders.

"I'm glad you all are getting along!" He smirked. "It's almost time!"

A camera team soon came into the room, wondering about some big announcement or something. Anya hung back, not liking attention at all. Whatever was going on was none of her business really.

All present, Satan-san cleared his throat.

"Thank you for coming! I wanted the world to be here for this announcement!" He went to Anya's mom. Anya really wasn't paying attention to his words. She was just wondering when she could leave this circus and go back to her leather couch and tv. However, when Satan-san dropped to a knee in front of her mom, held out a small box...Anya froze.

"Will you marry me, Celeste?"

Anya suddenly needed a big stiff drink.

Next Time: Bar Surprises