Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Ten no Ai ❯ Part 7 ( Chapter 7 )

"Man this has been a long day. I'm gonna eat and sleep a lot!!" I say putting a hand on Bejiita's shoulder.

"Yea...lets go home" he says with a smile.

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An instant later we are back in our blue, dome shaped house.

| He has to teach me that technique! |

Kakarotto releases my shoulder, stretches and walks towards the kitchen; for another "snack" no less. I have a feeling we'll be stopping at Heaven's Market TM again before the day is over. I think this as I look outside at the setting sun. Golden rays stream in through the round windows. I let the warm light bathe my face and stretch as well. It's not until now that I realize how truly tired I am. Even after our...tryst in the locker room, my body sated and weak from Kakarotto's touch. Even now echo's pleasure still hum through my veins. But I was not tired. I may have lost the ability to move my legs, but this is different. It is the kind of tired I can only get from and all out and colossal battle. Tired is not even the word.

Drained.

What's more, Kakarotto's blows may not have hurt at the time, but that pain is catching up with me now. I grumble to myself as I work the kinks out of my back and shoulder.

"I can help you with those," Kakarotto offers, smiling oddly.

"Eh..ii da yo!..it's ok!" I say quickly.

I think I'll take that shower now.

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The warm rain from the spout soothes my aching muscles and washes off all the happenings of today. Though I hate to wash Kakarotto's delicious scent from my skin and hair. But I'll always have another chance to drown myself in them again later.

Hot water stings some of the bite marks he left on my skin.

| Maybe <i>much</i> later |

I'm glad Grand Kai didn't ask me about these.

I reach for the shampoo to find that all we have left is that sickeningly sweet smelling shit. Watermelon was it?

"This is ridiculous !! I'm a warrior. Not a...a variety of flower!!!"

"Well...you smell good."

The words ring in my head.

Maybe it won't be so bad.

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I join Kakarotto in the kitchen some time later, clean and refreshed. As I suspected he's already eaten half the food in the house.

"Kakarotto..I was wondering"

"Mmm hummph."

"Why didn't you just teleport us home instead of the locker room after the fight? At least that way we would have had some privacy." I think back to the three fighters smoking cigarettes outside the locker room. One winked at me as we left to go claim our prizes.

He looks up suddenly, with the end of a pretzel rod sticking out of the side of his mouth.

"Oh! I've been to that arena so many times. I noticed that the fourth room on the right is almost always empty. If you remember I was a loner for a while and sought solitude at every turn. [Refer to Control side story part 2] So I thought it'd be ok."

"I see" I say as I start shining my...our 1st place metal. The hunk of gold means nothing to me...but it's nice to be on top again, to be number one. If even for a little while, even if I have to share.

I've been in competition with Kakarotto for so long. But now we are equals. I'd much rather that than to always be two steps behind. Forever in second place, forever in someone's shadow. But no more.

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I go to grab the basket of Kuripa and sit back down, never taking my eyes off Bejiita as he shines the gold metal with a small smile of pride perched on his lips. I know how important today was for him. How important it is to win. To be strong, to be the best, on so many levels. In his eyes that was everything. Though now I hope I've shown him that there's so much more to life than that.

"Ne.. Bejiita. You really impressed me today. You were so focused, more so than I've ever seen you," I say neglecting to mention the portion of the fight that was more foreplay than anything.

"Just when I thought I'd reached the pinnacle of power, when I though I had surpassed everyone and couldn't be caught, you were right there with me, matching me blow for blow."

"Hn. Of course you were impressed! I am your prince. How could you expect anything less than the best?"

He's right I expect nothing less.

I just smile at the arrogant front he still feels the need to put up even after all this time.

He hides it, but I know how much and how hard he tries. I know how my praise affects him.

Even if he never says so.

A long while passes and not a word is spoken.

His small smile broadens.

"Arigato..." he whispers.

I simply smile around a piece of Kuripa. The last piece actually.

"AH!! You ate it all already?!?" Bejiita yells in dismay.

|I did? Well I'll be...|

"Relax. It's a 'life time' supply! What a joke! They'll just bring us more right?

"Did you read the fine print Kakarotto?"

I look at the bottom of the basket at the a small square of paper, at the near microscopic writing. Straining to read.

Kuripa!

A product of Gabriel's Horn TM brand candies and sweets.

Lifetime* Supply of Kuripa

*Lifetime supply is NOT an unlimited amount of the said product.

To receive another basket of the said product you must mail this voucher in

to the address at the bottom with proof of purchase of two or more Gabriel's Horn brand products. You will receive the new basket in 3-5 business days. At the

bottom of the new basket will be another voucher. Repeat the process

to receive another basket. Lifetime* supply is only good for 6 months.

The Lifetime* supply prize is part of a promotion

and advertisement of Gabriel's Horn brand products.

Those who enjoy Kuripa TM enjoy it responsibly.</CENTER></FONT>

"What the hell? Even in heaven they find a way to scam!" I state irritably pushing the basket away.

"I'll go get you some more."

"You'd better."

He's right. His sweet tooth is uncanny. If I don't get him some sugar I'll be sorry. I thought he was intimidating during the tournament! I don't even want to imagine a glucose deprived sugar addict. Even on his best day he's a terror without it.

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Several relaxing days come and go. We loll around the house and watch all heaven's digital cable had to offer. They're surprisingly up to date on all the latest movies. Strange, I thought for some reason I'd be really cut off from the happenings on Earth or other planets. But it's quite the contrary. People die every day, and with them comes some new story about the place and time in which they lived. The reporters are quick to grab the more interesting ones and put them on the seven o'clock news. I watch often but Kakarotto is not much of a television watcher. It was a miracle that I got him to get the TV we have now. Somehow even here there's pay per view. It's amazing we still use money up here. One unified currency, the Ama dollar I think.

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"Well I guess we should start packing, ne Bejiita? The trip's gonna last for a few weeks.

Pack? Pack what?

"Now that I think of it I don't have that many clothes. When I first came here with you I took next to nothing." Just the clothes on my back really. Luckily Kakarotto had some things that could fit me. Some days would go by and I wore nothing at all. I smile at the memory. He asked me many times if I wanted to go pick up some of my own things. But I find it so...intimate to wear his clothes. To be surrounded by his scent. To feel as if he's holding me even if he's not around.

| Kami, I sound like a love sick fool! |

But it always made me think back to what seems like almost a lifetime ago. Kakarotto and I would spar all day. When the sun began to set, we would call it a day. Kakarotto would go to a near-by stream, or lake and wash up. Most times I would just go home, not willing to torture myself, being so close to him. So tempted to just go and take what I wanted.

I knew he would be willing.

But every now and then, when I was feeling particularly masochistic, I would join him. He would practically peel the clothes off his damp, dewy skin. I would stand back and pull off my own clothes very slowly. Not really undressing but watching. He knew this. Yet we go through this routine often. Both of us, such glutton's for punishment. Of all kinds.

He splashed water on himself. He ran his hands over his slippery, wet flesh. As if he weren't washing but touching himself. Taunting me yet again.

Yes. He would have been very willing.

'Maybe he'll let me help him wash his hair.'

'Maybe he'll let me wash his back.'

'Maybe he'll let me use my tongue instead of my hands.'

These words always ran through my head, and I always tried to ignore them.

I waded in, washing up as well. But again not really washing, but watching. The sparkling liquid rolled down over his every contour before merging with the clear water again. Everything about him just screamed 'touch me, hold me, love me.' I ached to do just that, but I did my best not to listen his siren call. Being here with him now makes me overjoyed that that's all a just a distant memory replaced by much sweeter ones.

"Bejiita?.....Bejiita!"

I look up, suddenly pulled out of my musing.

"I've been calling you for a while. What are you thinking about over there kitten?"

I just shake my head, but smile that he used my pet name. Though I'd much rather hear my real name on his lips, the last syllable reduced to nothing more that a throaty groan. I'd rather see his eyes roll back in pleasure. Rather have his strong thighs wrapped around me as I s...

"Bejiita!!!!"

"Eh?"

"You just zoned out on me again....your face is so red..."

"Oh..." I say a little breathless. My own thoughts getting the better of me.

"Uh...I said it's nice that you like my clothes and all...but I think it's time you get your own."

"Maybe."

"Then you know what that means," Kakarotto says suddenly serious.

"N..No...anything but that!"

"Shopping," he says flatly.

I make a disgusted face as memories come flooding back. I see myself being dragged into some store with endless rows of shoes. She would poke through them for an eternity just to decide she likes them all. Then she bought the entire store.

I always felt my spandex battle suit was sufficient but she would feel the need to buy me more and more clothes. To dress me as if I were some kind of doll. Leather, silk, the hair cut. They were all her idea. I never admitted that I rather liked the clothes, the pants especially. She always wanted me to be in the latest fashion.

"Maybe it won't be so bad," I say again not really believing my own words.

"That's the spirit!" Kakarotto perks up and transmits us to the Pearly Gates Mall. The most disgustingly huge mall in all of heaven.

|Why did I agree to this?|

"Let's go!"

"Why are you so damn happy about this!? I thought you hated shopping as much as I do!"

"Naa...only with Chichi. How can ANYone need 52 pairs of shoes?"

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This mall is very different from any shopping center I've ever been to. I'd forgotten heaven is like a nexus of all species and races all over the universe. Pearly Gates wouldn't just have products that pander to human tastes but to a wide variety of peoples.

We, well at least I'm a bit overwhelmed. Not really sure of where to start, we walk around aimlessly. We pass the strangest stores. The Gadget hut, that was strange. A talon buffer? A scale and fur remover? The houseware and cutlery store just confused me. What foods could someone possibly eat that would make their utensils look this way? I think to myself as I pick up a blue spring with green balls on each end. Eyeing it strangely with one raised eyebrow.

Hmm.

We walk on until I 'think' I spot a store that sells shirts with only two arms. Pants might be more difficult. I look around at the other shoppers, most either have too many legs, leave a slimy trail of film behind, or no legs at all. Some look at me as if <i>I'm</i> so strange.

"Uh...maybe we should go in h.."

"AH!!!" Kakarotto cuts me off. His eyes light up like a Christmas tree. In a flash he is gone and reappears in a fishing goods store next to Skins n' Things.

I almost forgot how much he likes to fish. He darts around, tail wagging, and wide eyed like a kid in a candy store. I lean against the wall and cross my arms. Waiting for my silly mate to stop making a spectacle of himself and buy something. He comes out of the store some time later with a large red fishing rod, bait and tackle box.

He holds the rod up to the light for me to see.

"This is the Singing Sturgeon 5000! Made with a new unbreakable alloy, super light and super durable fishing wire and the best in..." Kakarotto prattles on about his shiny new toy, talking a mile a minute. It's almost cute to watch his eyes sparkle when talking about his hobby. Just as Kai oo sama does with his car.

"But...why do you need on a new rod? I know the old wooden one you usually use breaks but your strip and dip method works a lot better."

"Strip and dip?"

"..And you can catch a fish twice as big with your own hands than any damn rod!"

"Strip and dip?"

"Eh? You know when you strip down and hop in the lake and pull out a fish bigger than me. Or use your tail as bait."

"True, but it's fun both ways," he says smiling.

"Anyway, lets stop over there. I see something I like."

Kakarotto teleports directly in front of me.

"Oh? and what about me?" he asks, leering. His tail dancing behind him to grab my attention.

| My Kakarotto, always such a tease |

"Unless you want these people to get a floor show, you'd better put that thing away," I gesture towards his lustrous tail, then the shoppers who've stopped and are still staring at us.

"Aa.."

Smiling, I walk around him and towards the store I saw.

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Three silk shirts, four slacks, one leather to replace the one's destroyed during the tournament, and a pair of jeans later I finally have my own wardrobe. But I'll probably still find myself lounging around in Kakarotto's oversized orange pants. Though they look so much better on him.

|They just hug him in all the perfect places. I always enjoy taking them off of him |

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Finally the end of the list, two Hawaiian shirts. Kakarotto insists we wear these things. Why must our clothes have to scream 'tourists?'

We return home shortly before the mall closes, carrying a ton of bags and boxes. But for once they are filled with things WE want and thus don't mind carrying.

Three slacks

in black

some leather, some pleather

Shirts with low cuts n'

Suits with shiny buttons

Pants that are tight

Hats that come in white.

Billowy shirts that flow and swish

Linen? Silk? oh I wish!

Bottles of sweet wine

maybe nine

Warm, fresh bread

that'll be fine...

"Kakarotto what the hell are you talking about?!" I ask wondering why he's felt the need to recite rhyme and free verse.

"Oh..hehe hehe. It's just a poem I thought up while we were shopping," he says sheepishly folding another shirt.

"Hn," I say smiling as well.

|Silly thing|

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I leave Kakarotto to finish the last of the packing and go call the hotel Cerulean ahead of time, setting up our room and making sure everything goes smoothly.

| Arilis huh? |

I look over the brochure and what the quiet blue planet has to offer.

Kakarotto walks up behind me, reading over my shoulder. He spots the ad about the water parks.

"THEY HAVE WATER SLIDES!!"

| Arilis won't be quiet once WE get there |

"Looks like fun!"

"IKUZO!!"

TBC

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[1] Ama dollar = kind of like the euro dollar. Ama is one of the Japanese words for heaven.

[2] Ii da yo = it's ok

[3] The Gadget hut = like heaven's version of the Sharper Image

[4] Skins 'n' Things = heaven's version of Linen's 'n' Things

[5] IKUZO!! = punchy way of saying let's go!!