Characters: Goten (Dragon Ball Z) and Amethyst (Steven Universe)
Scenario: Goten and Amethyst are reincarnated lovers, but aren't initially compatable with each other.
Location: Tokyo
"Whoaaah, look at all these people in costumes!" Goten exclaimed, grabbing Amethyst's hand and gesturing towards the group of cosplayers gathered in the square. "This guy even looks like me!"
"I'm supposed to be Son Goku," the unfortunately overweight manbaby protested, though his whining fell on deaf ears currently being picked with a pinky finger.
"I don't get the point of dressing up," said Amethyst as she inspected what was stuck to her digit, "when you can do THIS." The crowd erupted into gasps interspersed with squeals of joy as she assumed the form of international pop star Gem . Over the din of the crowd, Goten managed to signal for her to follow him away from all the chaos perpetuating from the pack of weebs. She quickly returned to her regular appearance, save for the girlish sundress she had donned for the occasion.
"Sorry, I thought you might get a laugh out of some of the weirdos walking around in broad daylight," he said with a dejected looked on his face. "Blind dates always throw me for a loop, y'know?"
His old friend Steven had set them up together. "It'll be great," Steven had assured him. "You two will be perfect for each other!" Goten was now having his doubts of that, as Steven's monologue continued to play in the thought bubble floating alongside him. "You're both really good at fighting, and you both like food and-"
That was it. Food! He questioned Steven's suggestion of sparring on what was supposed to be a date, because most everyone he had ever sparred with outside of the Z Fighters ended up being hospitalized. However, their were ample opportunities for a couple on their first date to find some grub in the busy city of Tokyo. "Why don't we get something to eat?" he said, waving the thought bubble out of existence.
"Now you're talkin' my language, buddy boy!" said Amethyst, eyes widening at the prospect. Of course she never really needed to eat, but after getting dolled up by Pearl and Steven just to spend time with a human she didn't already know, nothing sounded better than chowing down. "I just hope you can keep up," she teased, bumping him heavily with her shoulder. She was surprised that he wasn't thrown several feet by this, in fact he didn't budge at all.
"I think I'll do just fine, I take after my dad after all!" he remarked as he proudly patted his belly. "I know this great spot for ramen real close to here, wanna check it out?"
"Sure, why not?" Amethyst had never eaten ramen before, or really much of anything outside of Beach City's offerings. Fries and donuts were certainly sufficient, but it was time to broaden her horizons. Perhaps in even more ways than one, as this spiky haired kid was starting to grow on her.
"Irashaimase!" cried the shop owner as our couple brushed the hanging cloth squares out of their faces. The hole-in-the-wall restaurant was empty other than a man slumped over into his empty bowl and what appeared to be entirely too many workers for such a small kitchen.
"This place is kind of a dump," remarked Amethyst.
"Shh, that's rude!" Goten retorted. "And it may not look like much, but you won't find better noodles anywhere else not hidden in the leaves." Whatever that meant. "Start us off with two of the usual, pops!" The cook succinctly bowed, and backed away as if being pulled while standing on a skateboard.
"Well, I guess there's nothing wrong with dumps," Amethyst confessed, thinking fondly of her room in the temple. "So who's the toughest guy you've ever fought?"
Goten leapt at the opportunity to discuss battle, since at home all his dad ever did was push him to study textbook on textbook of things that were decidedly NOT fighting. "Well there was this one pink guy; he punched his way into the pocket dimension I was training in with Trunks and Mr. Piccolo. He was so strong, me and Trunks had to fuse just to take him on!"
"Wait, YOU can fuse?" She was dumbfounded. Of course she knew one other normal human capable of fusion, but she figured it was more of a Rose Quartz thing.
"Sure, anyone can if you do the dance in sync with each other." About this time they had their bowls of ramen slammed in front of them, liquid sloshing but impressively not spilling a single drop. The cook crossed his arm with a smug look on his face, once again sliding into the background.
Without saying a word, the two looked at each other, then to their ramen, then back to each other. After an eye-catching sequence of breaking apart chopsticks from the cup on the table, the two tore into their meal. Within 5 minutes the pair had inhaled enough ramen to put Kirby to shame, and leave a stack of dishes taller than either of them.
After the two let out a precious simultaneous belch, Amethyst reached for a toothpick and reclined with an arm behind her head as she went to work on her Pearly whites (Amethyst-y whites?). "Ready for round two?"
"I'm just getting warmed up! Yo pops, keep 'em coming!" This time it was less sharing-a-meal and more ramen-eating-world-cup. Each bowl was downed with increasing ferocity, until they were forehead to forehead and still shoveling noodles in their face holes. Even for a master cook like the shopkeep, it was hard to keep up the pace. Hoping they wouldn't notice he was slipping, he sat down only a single bowl in front of them. Both reached for the bowl, and both grabbed it, pulling it between them. A synchronized flash of chopsticks ended in the messiest Lady and the Tramp recreation ever imagined, and as their mouths met a bright light shone from their bodies.
When the light had faded, only a single figure sat at the noodle bar, and a voice from the kitchen exclaimed, "Get a room!"
