Finished the second pretty fast because I wanted to post it as soon as possible! Amazing how fast some of you are, makes me pretty excited as well, haha

Oh! And I think it's time for me to say: I don't own Dragonball Z!

Thank you for already liking it! =)

Second hunger

"Oh my god, this is so good!" He chirped for the third time before putting his loaded chopsticks into his mouth again. I just sat beside him and watched him with amazement. He looked like the boy. Could he actually be him? I gazed over his form. He was slim but still very muscular. His face was boyish but very handsome. Even his voice sounded attractive to me and made my heart go beating pretty wildly. But something still was different, I frowned. He ate a lot too, but he was a grown man, four bowls of rice would be normal.

I watched him as he emptied his plate again and smiled unknowingly. He looked at me in wonder and asked what was so funny and if he had something on his face. Actually he had, but that wasn't the reason I was smiling. It was just, that sitting beside him felt pretty comfortable and I didn't – I mean I just had met him! My belly growled and both of us looked down at it, my face became red. "You hungry too?" He asked and held his already loaded chopsticks before my mouth. How the hell could he be so casual, he didn't know me! I didn't move at all as I felt the heat of the food brush my sensitive lips.

"N-no it's alright. I'm not that hungry, really." I assured him and it rumbled again; he frowned while filling his bowl - When did he empty it anyway? But he stopped offering me more as he watched me worriedly. At some point my stomach actually started to hurt and I squeezed my shirt every cramp. Gosh, what was it now?

"You look pale." He stated and sat his bowl down for the first time before he reached over the table to feel my forehead. His warm touch shook me and I hopped back at the contact.

"Woah, what was that?" He asked in amazement and observed his hand. "It felt like lightning!"

My cheeks must have been red like strawberry frosted apples. And I was drooling again. The cramps inside of my stomach became so heavy that I crumbled over. Seconds after I was lying in his arms, sweating and breathing. He looked pretty concerned and offered me a glass of water which I thankfully drank always looking at his face. I had no idea what was wrong with me. I still had the feeling I was thirsty as I handed him the empty glass. As his hand brushed mine again the same sensation occurred as the previous time and I had another cramp. There I knew something was not right at all.

Suddenly hit by reality I hurriedly stood up and practically fled from him, saying I had to sleep before going to work. He looked with a confused look behind me but wasn't able to say anything anymore because I closed the door before he had the opportunity.

oOo

"Chichi, the vegetable is burnt…." Lunch stated as she stood behind me and looked into the wok. I didn't even hear her and kept swinging the wok until black smoke was blurring my vision. I coughed up and felt Lunch pushing me aside and throwing the wok with the vegetables into a water bath.

I sighed after the restaurant chef screamed at me for almost half an hour and dismissed me for the day. I was sitting at one of our tables and drank some hot chocolate to calm myself down. Lunch patted my shoulder, still being in her work mood. "What the hell is wrong with you? Bad night?"

I looked at her with upset eyes before I told her about the precious night.

"So you finally met him?" She squealed in joy being her sweet self. "Now, isn't that great?"

"Lunch, it is not him, alright?"

"But you said he looked like him…so why wouldn't he be?"

"Because he just isn't, I feel it…"

"Why didn't you ask him?" At this question I snorted. "Maybe because I was about to pass out due to my stupid stomach ache?"

"Well, didn't you go to the toilet yesterday at all? I mean, if you take a – "

"Lunch!" I said with red ears. "Drop that topic, please!" I hissed at her and slurped at my chocolate again. She sighed in defeat as she watched some customers entering the restaurant. "But it would be so nice if it actually would be him…Imagine: your first love is living right beside you! It's like out of a novel!"

"Well, I'm not writing a story here." I said lazily, set down the mug and stood up, ready for leaving. "I'm going home now. See you tomorrow."

"Be careful on your way home." She said smiling at me before she reacted to the yell from the kitchen. "I'm coming right now, so be quiet, idiot!"

oOo

The door bell rang soon after I came out of my hot bath. My black hair was wet and heavy as I tried to take it into a knot. Opening the door I looked into the playful face of my neighbor. I felt my stomach twisting – By that time I actually considered his pheromones were making me sick!

"Good evening!" He smiled at me and showed me a big white plastic bag. I questionably gazed at him.

"What is it?" I asked in wonder and he grinned as answer.

"You cooked for me, now it's my turn to cook for you!" I don't know why but I had a bad feeling about that. And I didn't understand myself as I seriously let him enter my kitchen…

Two minutes later he was sitting in the corner, obviously ashamed of himself and kept blabbering his sorry. I knew he was, but the black spot on my ceiling wouldn't disappear because of that…And I was the one again who cooked for him. I sighed as I watched the meat sizzling before I poured some alcohol over it and flambéed it. Twenty minutes later I sat down beside him. His eyes were glued to the food. It was as if he was looking at his beloved. "Taste it." I simply said and watched him taking his first bite and waited for his reaction.

He almost started to cry.

He looked at me with puppy eyes before he nonchalantly asked "Could you cook for me the rest of your life?" My face became beet red and I stammered "W-w-w-what?" Wasn't his question like a proposal?

"Your food tastes so good! I would love to eat your homemade every day!" He said with a happy face.

"Don't joke around!" I said embarrassed took his twenty plates and stood up only to be blinded by my hair. Toppling over the plates crushed down behind me while I landed exactly in his lap. It was so obvious that something like this had to happen…Lunch would scream by now, saying: "Like in a movie! So sweet!"

He looked at me. "You alright?" I nodded, trying to come up again. He helped me smiling and I felt his hand brushing my hair as he did so. My stomach felt weird again. Yep, it was definitely his pheromones making me sick!

"Well then, I should be going then!" He said friendly and left for the door. Now it was my turn to look at him without being able to say anything. His back looked really familiar and I really had the feeling he was the boy. No, I was somehow sure he was.

"Hey!" I yelled before he could close the door. He opened it again and looked at me. "Yeah?"

"Um, have you ever been in a hotel in the mountains? Pretty small place but quite beautiful with lots of big fields and such?"

He frowned as he thought hard and I gulped waiting for his reply. It had to be him, I was sure. My heart was beating like crazy.

"No…I don't remember such a place."

"Ah…" I answered before I felt the most painful hurt under my rips I could imagine.

"You alright?" He asked stepping in again. I just nodded as I called myself stupid to actually hope he would be the boy – my first love.

"I'm just hungry, I guess." I said before I turned around and felt tears running down my face.

oOo

"You look terrible!" Lunch said to me as she came to make breakfast for me. My eyes were puffed up and I couldn't even see her face. I was crying the whole night but I didn't want her to find out.

"You cried, didn't you? I smell salt!" She said while sniffling at me. Damn it! I hate her nose!

"I was watching a sad movie yesterday I couldn't help but cry…" I lied to her.

"You don't even have a television…" Gosh, I forgot I am a bad lair!

"I was cutting onions yesterday! You know what it's like!"

"I don't smell onions." She really should stop this sniffing habit!

"Then I-I was…um…stung by a bee!"

"We have winter you know…It's even snowing."

"Why don't you just stop asking?" I sighed in defeat and told her everything at the same time. When I finished she already made us a cup of coffee and placed it before me thinking hard.

"So where's the problem now?" She asked sweetly.

"What do you mean?"

"You like him, don't you?" My head became red.

"How could I? I only got to know him two days ago!"

"Love at first sight." She simply said and I spurted my coffee right into her face. Now who was the one going crazy, I thought as I watched her cleaning her face. I heard a knock and a male voice screaming my name in excitement.

Yeah, I was going crazy…