Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ, so don't ask.
I sat there staring at her, not even knowing it. "Tien!" Marron cried. "What are you staring at?" "Nothing," I quickly replied, knowing that if I tried anything I would probably get killed. Though I wanted her, I felt something I hadn't felt before for a woman. Love. Actual love, rather than puppy love. I wanted to support her, have a family with her, but I knew it would be viewed as sick, considering my age.
Later on I decided to ask her over to my house, as we're great friends. She accepted, and the next day was sitting in my living room. "So what do you want, three-eyes?" The blond teased. " I need to tell you something, that might explain a LOT that might sound crazy." "You know you can tell me anything." she said in a more serious tone. "Well, when I'm with you, I feel things that I've never felt before." I began, pausing to see if she was still paying attention. She was, and oh were her tits so well displayed I want to shove my face in and..."Tien!" she snapped, reeling me back into reality. "Oh, right!" I continued.
"I think I love you," I said shyly, while turning very red. I looked over to see what her reaction would be. It looked like a wave of relief washed over her, like she liked me back. I saw her eyes fill with joy, and suddenly go to sadness. "Tien, you know we could be together, well, you know, *pause*, because of your age." She finished, looking glum.
"The hell with that," I said. "I really love you." Just then, her lips met mine. I could tell she fantasized about me as well. That was the first time the couch was used for more than sitting or lounging.