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In a Dream

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"Ahhhhhhhh!" they both screamed at the top of their lungs clenching onto blankets as they looked at one another.

"What is this?!" She looked at her bare shoulders.

"Did you drug me?!" Vegeta pulled on the sheets.

"Be quiet. I'm having a horrible headache! Taking my clothes off and jumping into bed is too much of a strange thing for even me—" But then her memory slowly built in. "We got drunk!" she slapped herself in the face. "That weird alcoholic drink humans have. Grrr…What was it beer? More like liquor really. How could I do something so dumb? It's not like me."

"Alcohol's reputation stands still." The Saiyan prince said sarcastically. "You have a strange way of talking."

Quickly, underneath the sheets, she wore her clothes. "Well,.. At least we're alive and nobody died."

"What do you mean?" he put on his spandex under the covers too. "Aren't you the least bit suspicious of the things that could have happened?"

"What?" she sat on the bed.

"You know that?" he arched his brow. "Sex?"

She shook her head. "What is that? Is that some sort of drink? When I was working at the bar, they had many names for the exotic drinks."

He gave a grand laugh while he crossed his arms. "You mean you're a virgin? How old are you?"

"Old okay." She admitted annoyed. "In this time, I'd be almost 24 yeah 24."

"I can't believe this. Were you a NEET before?" He smirked now. "Nothing probably happened. I myself don't feel different."

"I see. Well, whatever it is." She shook her head coolly. "I don't understand some of the customs here very well."

"So you've never come into contact with a man?"

"I have. I'm talking to you right?"

"No." he shook his head. "Listen up, I'm going to give some Sex Ed. So pay attention." She nodded. "A man and a woman lie together in bed, some for personal purposes and others for procreation."

"I see." She nodded. "But why would I need that if there is such a thing called the Birthing Tree?"

"Birthing what?"

"Tree." She repeated. "We don't need to sleep next to a man. What would you do anyway?"

"Uhh." His face scrunched. "You'll have to figure for yourself one day. Anyways, disappointed? I don't like women of your caliber anyhow." His smirk spread.

"Are you kidding?" she posed in a model stance. "Many have asked for my hand in marriage once. They've even asked me to pray for children with them!"

"Not." He looked away disinterested. "You are definitely strange. I don't get half the words you speak."

She laughed now. "Anyways, we'd better head to the convenience store for some medicine. This hangover—or whatever you call it—is killing me."

"We?" he scoffed. "I should be treated like royalty. Well, because I am."

"Keep Dreaming." She rolled her eyes. "Then I'm a Queen who has yet to claim her throne." With that she slammed the door and went to the nearest store.

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"I got some—" She found him cuddled into the blankets in a fetus position. "You're a grown man and yet such a kid." She laughed lightly and sat beside him; parting the hair away from his face. It was soft, like the blanket of a baby. For the most part, she could remember some moments from last night. Embarrassing, it was, but she meant all she said yesterday. He was the handsomest man she laid eyes on. And not only that, but his character enticed her so even if she didn't know why.

She jumped back a little when he opened his eyes so suddenly. "Why did you stop?" He grabbed her hand and placed it back. "Get rid of this hangover will you? I knew you would cause troublesome things like this."

"Please. You were the one who ordered more booze. Oh!—I have the perfect thing!" she grabbed the plastic bag she returned with. "Behold." It was a box of pain relievers. "I usually take these when I'm under the weather, but they can help cure hangovers too. I've learned recently."

"I am definitely not taking any of that feminine crap."

"Suit yourself." She popped one in with a glass of water. "Ah. Already feeling better." She teased.

"Give me one!" he snatched them out of her hands and gulped down two.

"Atta boy." She pat him lightly, but he shook her hand off.

"Don't touch me like we're pals." He rubbed the bridge of his nose with two fingers repeatedly.

She squinted her eyes at him. "Oh now you're too cool huh? Weren't you just telling me to pet you like a dog? Bi-polar much? And just whose fault is it that I lost my job? What about yesterday? Damn, we spent all the money. What are we going to use to pay the fatty downstairs? And the reason why we're running was because you decided to pick a fight. WOW, of ALL—"

"Shut up woman!" he smashed the box. "It's enough that I have a migraine, but if you expect me to—"

"Thank me of relieving it?" He paused searching his head for the hammering pain that was once there. She grinned now. "Here have some pizza." She took out a box of meat lover's. "Here. Want my ham?"

"Pile it." He folded half of the pizza and took a bite.

"You're still that hungry?" she marveled at his power. "I don't think I'll be able to eat like that for a while." Her hand held her belly steady. "You look accustomed to eating pizza. Does your family like it?"

The pizza landed back into the comfy cardboard when he opened his mouth to speak. "I don't have a family. They died."

"I'm sorry." She drank some water. "Me too. My parents are gone. I have a little sister, but I left home at a young age. I didn't want to be forced to do the things that happened there. I didn't like it."

He choked a little bit at the last line. "You were raised in a brothel?"

"No. Whatever a brothel is." she pat his back in a dazed far-off look. "It was a place I called home. My only regret is that I left behind my sister. I didn't think she could survive with me, but now that I know. I should've just wrapped her up and taken her, it would've been better than her growing to hate me."

"Sounds complicated, but that's life.—A life of you humans I suppose." He threw stacks of cash into her hands. "Give that guy downstairs one. The rest is free."

"Why?" she asked arching her eyebrow. "I won't use it. I mean I have no intentions. I have no use for money other than buying food and paying the bills."

"Go tire yourself out at the mall or something."

She giggled at his quick assertiveness, holding herself up against the wall as she tried to control her laughter. "Thank you."

"For what?" he asked feeling dumbfounded by her smile now.

"For trying to cheer me up. Even though I think it's not your forte." She held the cash gently now with a small grin. "Not every woman has the urge to go shopping when they're depressed. But since I've been blessed with your kindness, I think I will."

He watched her walk away, for the first time graceful. For the first time heart- thumping. And for the first time, with a tender smile on his lips.


Short yes, but it makes for a good time span, so it seems like they've gotten to know each other a bit. And yet, I still fear it might be too fast!

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