ME: Helloooo! I've finally started on the sequel to "Life is a Dream". I got some reviewers asking for it, so I hope you enjoy it as much as the first story. Please have a good time reading.

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing, except for Mana.

WARNINGS: Rated T for a reason. Those that don't like DendexOC fanfiction, please read no further.

Chapter 1

Dende stared down at Mana's serene face. The young woman was sleeping peacefully on top of him, breathing softly and evenly. Almost like a lullaby. Two years had passed and after she'd finished school, Mana had taken a year off to go traveling. At least, that' what she told her dad. For the past few months Mana had been living with Dende at the Lookout. The Earth's Guardian had arranged a bedroom for her across from his.

At the moment, they were lying on his bed. The white sheets looked bright in the afternoon sunlight. Mana had rolled herself onto Dende's chest, her light violet hair cascading around her shoulders. The nineteen-year old girl had frown her hair longer, it now reached her mid-back and was naturally straight. Her skin had also taken a bit of a tan side, since she spent most of her days outside on the Lookout, or at the Sons household.

Even with her living with Dende, she'd still kept her tradition of going to parties with her old school friends. Every Friday, the girls would go out shopping or go to a club. But Mana was still extremely careful of what she drank.

As far as her flying lessons were concerned, she still was a beginner. She could levitate for a few minutes, but that was about it. It was like her body just didn't like approve of flying.

Dende shook his girlfriend's shoulder gently, "Hey, Mana. Time to get up."

The violet haired woman scowled in her sleep and nuzzled her head deeper into Dende's robes.

Laughing, Dende sat up straight, sending Mana off his chest and onto one side of the bed. Mana opened one eye and glared sleepily ar him, "No." She said defiantly.

Dende swung his legs off the bed and stood up, slipping his shoes on. Mana, meanwhile, turned onto her other side and tried to fall back to sleep.

"Mana, you're never going to get to sleep tonight if you nap any longer." Dende said with a smile.

"Go away, Green." Mana groaned. She ran a hand through her already bedraggled hair and lay her other arm over her eyes. "You seriously need to get darker curtains."

Dende listened to her complaints, amused. For the past two months, Mana had complained about his drapes and the reason they were a white colour instead of black or blue. When it came to Mana's room, he'd let her decorate it as she pleased, but with a few boundries.

For one, Mana had wanted a stripper pole put in (A.N. Dende didn't really mind, he just didn't want Piccolo to think they were doing anything). Another one was that she wanted an adjoining bedroom to Dende's. Even dark skinned Mr Popo had flushed when he heard that idea.

Dende walked around the side of the bed till he stood in front of Mana.

"C'mon. You said you wanted to get ready for the Brief's party tonight."

"Yes. I'll get ready later for the Brief's party." Mana replied simply. Her eyes were still tightly closed, refusing to listen to Dende.

"Fine. I guess I'll just have to pack away the new dress Bulma gave me." Dende said slyly.

Mana's amethyst eyes snapped open, "New dress? Why didn't you say so?" She sat bolt upright and slid out of his bed. Dende chuckled and, putting a finger to his lips, looked thoughtful.

"Nah. You said you would get ready 'later'."

Mana pouted. "Pwease?" She made her eyes go wide and pleading.

"Nope." Came the blunt answer.

Dende turned to leave his bedroom, when he heard Mana grunt and a weight pounce on his back. Mana giggled and held tighter onto his back. Her legs were wrapped around his middle, while her arms securely around his neck.

"To my new dress!" She ordered, grinning.

Dende laughed and hitched her into a more comfortable position. He walked out his bedroom with her on his back, and strode down the many halls in the Lookout. When they came to the airy dining room, Dende let Mana slide off his back. Feeling the loss of her body heat, he almost pulled her back on.

Mana squeaked. There on the long, glass dining table was a white and silver wrapped box with a large bow. Skipping to the package, Mana cut open the wrapping and lifted the lid.

"It's beautiful." She gasped.

It was a casual evening dress. The bodice was slender, but as it went down to her waist, it flowered outwards. The fabric was a velvety, pale pink. It had a V-neckline, with tiny diamonds studding it around the edge. There was a thin piece of silk that went around, just under th bust, like a belt.

Mana pulled the dress out and held it at arms length. Then she noticed a pair of high-heeled shoes. They were made of a leathery silver material with studs on the leather and clasps that went around her ankles.

Dende came up behind her and wrapped an arm around her waist, "It's the second most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

He almost laughed when he saw her frown sadly, "So, it's not pretty?" She asked quietly.

The Earth's Guardian pulled her closer and gave her a loving kiss on the lips. Against her mouth, he whispered softly, "You are the most beautiful, kind, gorgeous, warm-hearted, and sexy person I've ever seen. And I've seen everyone on this planet." Then he smooched her again.

Mana smiled, and giggled. "Thank you." She kissed his nose, then held up the dress again.

Her jewel-like eyes glittered with excitement. "Well, I have to go bath and get ready."

Dende cocked his head to the side, "I guess I have to live without you for a few hours, eh?"

Mana looked over her shoulder and gave a crafty grin.

"Unless you'd like to join me?" She said, and stuck her tongue out.

Dende felt a purple blush come over his cheeks, but he answered her just as slyly, "Only if you want me to."

"Hmmm, maybe next time." He could hear her laughing as she ran to her bedroom. It sounded like thousands of tiny bells ringing. It sounded so angelic.

ME: So, what do you think? Should I continue, or just scrap this?