Marron watched from her window.  “Come on.  I don’t want to wait all day!” 
She said to herself.  “When are they going to get here?”  A car parked in 
their driveway.  “Finally!” She said.
Her parents climbed out of it, and slowly made it to the house.  Her mother 
hadn’t been feeling very well, and her father sort of freaked.
It was an understandable thing to do, since her mom had never gotten sick 
before.  Marron jumped up to greet her parents at the door.  She had been 
very worried.
She opened the door.  “Hi!” She said, trying to sound happy.
#18 smiled.  “Hello.” And she hugged her daughter.
“What did the doctor say?” Marron said right away; then stuck her foot in 
her mouth.  She probably should have waited until her mom was out of the 
room, and then asked.  That was something she’d gotten from her father, he 
was constantly saying things too fast or too early.
“The doctor said that . . . well I’m suffering from exhaustion.” Her 
mother said, sitting down on their small couch.
“What?  How?”  Marron asked.
“Well, she’s been under a lot of pressure lately, and it’s getting to 
her.”  Her dad said.
“So . . .” She asked.
“So what?” Her mom asked.
“So what are we supposed to do?”  Marron said.
“Well, I’m supposed to take a vacation,” Her mom said.
“Which is what you going to do!” Her dad said.
“We’ll see about that.”  She said, laying back.
“You’re going to take a vacation.” Marron and her father said at the same 
time.  Marron and her dad looked at each other, and her mom burst out 
laughing.
“That’s uncanny!” She gasped.
“What’s uncanny?” Marron asked, getting annoyed with her mom.
“You two are so much alike, it’s uncanny.” She said.  Pretty soon they 
were all laughing, and Marron realized what had just happened.
“Mom!  You’re trying to distract us!”  She said.
“I’m not going on a vacation!” She said.
“We’re never going to be able to get her to go.”  He dad sighed.
“Nope.” She agreed.
“So, what’d you do while we’re gone?”
“Nothing.” She said.
“Really?” Her mom asked.
“Well, I called TJ.” Marron said, sitting down in the kitchen.  “She said 
that her parents were driving her crazy, so basically: she talked, I 
listened.”
“That’s cool.” He said, sitting down on the couch.
“You look tired dad.” Marron said, sitting down next to them.
He laughed.  “Me?  Nope.”
“You know what?  You should both take a vacation to the beach house.”  
Marron said.
“What?” Krillian asked.  “There’s no way that would work.”
“Why?” Marron asked.
“Well, first of all Master Roshi’s gone, so no one could watch you, and 
I’ve taken enough work off already.” Krillian said.
“Are you kidding?  You haven’t taken any time off since last year!  And 
I’m old enough to take care of my self.”  Marron said.
“We’ll see about you watching yourself, but your mom wouldn’t come, and 
I’m not going to leave her when she could faint at any second.” He said.
“Come on mom.”  Marron said.
“No!”  She said.  “I don’t need one.”
“It’s for your own good.”  She said in a teasing voice.
“Well . . . maybe,” She said.
“Yes!”  Marron said, thinking up all sorts of things that she could do 
while they were gone.  She could have a major party, and . . .
“May be.  I doubt it.  And I’m only going to doing it for your father, he 
deserves a vacation after all this.”  Her mom said, interrupting Marron’s 
thoughts.
“Yeah, right.  For dad’s sake.” Marron said sarcastically.
“Do you want me to go or not?” Her mom asked.
“Sorry.”  She said.
“Why do you want us to go so badly?” Her dad asked.
“Oh, no reason really.  I just want you two to feel better.”
“Yeah, right.”  Her mom said.  That’s when the phone rang.
“I’ll get it.” Marron said, jumping up.  “Hello?”
“Hi Marron.  It’s Bulma.”
“Hey Bulma.  Wanna talk to mom?”
“Thanks.” She said.
“Mom!”  She yelled.  “Phone.”
“Who is it?” Her mom asked, grabbing the phone.
“Bulma.” Marron said.
“Hello?  Hi Bulma.  No . . . I’m fine.  Exhaustion . . . Of course not!  
No.  Marron’s trying to get us to go on a vacation . . . Not you too!  Oh!  
This is so aggravating.  I don’t—but what about—I couldn’t ask you to—are 
you sure?  No, I couldn’t—stop it!  No!  I don’t want to talk to him about it!  
Yes, he is! . . .  I know.  Okay.  Bye.”
“What’d she say?” Marron asked.
“She said that we were going on a vacation weather we liked it or not.  And 
that if we had any problems with that, we could talk to Vegeta.” Her 
mom said, plopping down on the couch again.  “And that Marron was going to 
stay with them.”
Marron’s jaw dropped.  She could just see all of her plans flying out the 
window.
“We couldn’t do that.” Her dad said.
“That’s what I said, but she kept on insisting.”  She said.  “I guess . . . 
we’re going on vacation.” 

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