Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Saiyajins Return ❯ Flying is For the Birds ( Chapter 10 )

A/N: Took a bit, but here's the next part.

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Goku groaned as he sat up in bed, rubbing at his face with well-callused hands. Sunlight filtered dully through the window, trees blocking most of the early morning rays. He eyed his pant's wet front with a mixture of embarrassment and annoyance. He hadn't had a wet dream that intense since before his tail had been removed.

Disentangling his legs from the sweat-soaked sheets, the earth-Saiyajin shucked off his soiled pants and boxers to stand in the middle of the room in all his nude glory. (a/n: drools) Rummaging through his closet, he pulled out an old, comfy pair of faded blue jeans and navy boxers. He would have put on his training gi, except that Vejita had told him yesterday that he was taking the day to do personal training.

The wild-haired Saiyajin hadn't put up any resistance. Since his discovery several nights ago, it was becoming increasing difficult to put up a decent defense against the Prince during a fight. He had started to develop a tendency to watch Vejita intently as he moved, which caused Kakarot to completely lose focus as his brain was taken over by his crotch.

Shaking his head, Goku left his room and went to the kitchen, determined not to start with that train of thought so early in the morning. He was momentarily surprised by the hairy lump that had taken up residence at the table, but tossed it into the bin marked `Very weird, but rapidly becoming normal'. He made it strait to the fridge and began to rummage around.

"So, what book is it this time?" he queried.

The lump twitched and made a rather annoyed sound.

"More history? I'm surprised you haven't found anything yet."

With a whining growl, it lengthened into a sitting position in the chair it occupied, revealing a very thick tome laying open on the table. "Yeah, and I'm damn well sick of this. God, I'm hungry!" Sliding out of the chair, the hair was pulled away to reveal a grimacing mouth and squinting gray eyes. "What time is it?"

Goku smiled and glanced at the clock above the doorway. "Almost 6."

"Late late late…ACHOO!"

Pulling out two boxes of waffles, he nodded absently and started fiddling with the oven, when a quick staccato pounding echoed down the hall, the stairs, and ended with a muffled `eep' right behind him.

"Rai-chi! Good God, get off me! I'm fine."

The elder Saiyajin listened to the scuffling behind him as he emptied the boxes into the oven.

"Are you sure? Cuz I heard-"

"I don't CARE what you heard! Some hair just flew up my nose! Now let go before I bite something vital off."

Goku finally turned and watched as Raife back away from his little sister, a faint pout set upon his face. Kurai huffed and gathered her hair at the back of her head. Slipping a leather strip out of her pocket, she tied it around her hair to make an absurdly long ponytail. Her clothes, which were some of the new ones Bulma had gotten, were rumpled from her awkward night asleep at the table.

"Vejita won't be out of the GR much today. Think you'll be up for a lesson later?"

The girl ran her hands through the excess hair and nodded. "Yeah, sounds good. It'll be nice to get away from these damn books. I love reading, but this history is so DRY…" she said, setting into the fridge with interest.

Ray glanced at the still-open volume and skimmed the page. Hm…advanced people… Flipping it closed, he removed the book from the table and tossed it from the kitchen into the living room, where it landed heavily on the sofa. Joining the other two around the fridge, they proceeded to make a breakfast that would service, eventually, four full-blooded Saiyajins.

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A few beads of sweat trickled down a smooth neck, disappearing down the back of a light cotton shirt. Goku watched with interest and bated breath, hoping that today would break the cycle. Shoulders shifted slightly, trying to get at the itch the watery invader left behind. Raife grunted as concentration was almost lost with that simple move, but recovered quickly. The two males sat on the ground and stared up at the steady floating form that was Kurai. She had been double the height of C.C.'s main rooftop for a solid 30 minutes now without hyperventilating.

Goku, Raife, and (at first) Vejita, had been giving her lessons on flight for the past week, when the four of them hadn't been out sparring. The Prince had demanded them, refusing to let one of his subjects be hampered by a simple fear of heights. The first lesson had been a disaster. Vejita, becoming fed up with Kurai's objections to the entire thing, had grabbed her and flown strait up into the air. Telling her that, "The best way to learn is through trial by error," he dropped her. Goku had been so shocked, he hadn't even thought as he plucked the screaming girl from the air. Vejita had landed and started telling him off, or tried to, over Kurai's hysterical sobbing. The ordeal had ended with the girl hitting the Prince hard in the stomach (which actually surprised him) and storming off into the compound, fear transmuting to anger. It had taken a good two hours to convince her to try the lesson again. She only agreed when Goku promised that Vejita would not be attending. Her quick and steady improvement had made the Ouji grudgingly admit that perhaps his way would have hindered, more than helped. Though he would never have said anything out loud.

The sky was beautiful as it stretched out before her. Or, it was for the first 10 minutes she had been levitating. Now the whole thing was just kind of boring and she wanted something new to look at. But that would require movement and shifting concentration. …But GOD it was boring! She looked around her, unnaturally gray eyes shifting and blinking. Maybe it wouldn't be SO bad to just…turn around.

Flexing her ki, Kurai used it to SLOWLY turn herself around, facing out over the complex's gardens. Wow, that wasn't so hard…

"Squawk!!"

"AAAAHHHHH!!!" Kurai screamed as the angry blue jay screeched and tried to claw her eyes out. The sudden, unexpected barrage caused her to momentarily lose control of her ki, causing her to plunge through the air. The sudden drop, the sensation of her stomach visiting her throat, made Kurai gasp and lunge out with her mind, trying to draw anything to her that would stop the decent. She lurched to a stop as the ki net she had unconsciously created kept her aloft. Realizing she was alright, Kurai glared at the offending bird's tail feather's as it flew off with a smug squawk. She remained in the odd spread-eagle position for a few minutes in thought.

Well, I guess I don't have to worry about crashing into the ground anymore…still don't like heights, but this makes things a lot easier.

Glancing at the ground far below her, the brunette felt a slight twinge go through her body, but nothing near as bad as before. Taking a deep breath, she slowly lowered her ki, allowing her body to descend. Once her bare feet were firmly planted on the ground, she was met by a strong, all-encompassing hug from her brother and Goku.

"Looks like it was a good idea to ask that blue jay for help after all!"

Raife cringed at the elder male's light-hearted words, but Kurai just smiled. "Yeah, I guess it was." Then frogged him in the arm and hit a nerve, causing him to yelp and back away with a pout, rubbing his arm. She grinned and crawled out her brother's arms, latching herself around Goku's slim waist. "Just don't ever do that again!"

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A/N: Um, yeah, short and not a whole lot happened. I realize it's kind of slow, but I'm trying to build things up and not rush anything. Hope I'm doing alright. Thanks to all of you who are hanging in there! Much love and appreciation.

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