"I'd best dress decent," she muttered as she rooted in the wardrobe, "but something I can fight in, he says it's a bad area,"

After searching for a few more minutes, she settled on a pair of black jeans and a matching sweater with 'Tokyo Princess' written on it in sparkling letters. For once, she was glad she let Bulma pick out some clothes for her. Slipping on some trainers at the door, she took off towards Satan City. She landed atop one of the run-down houses close to the area he had given her. She glanced at the sheet of paper before leaping lightly onto the ground. She took a step forward and flicked the hair out of her eyes when she heard a wolf-whistle from behind her. She swung around to see three men swaggering towards her. A strong smell of bitter rum wafted off of them and they slurred as they spoke. Pathetic, the saiyan thought, barely even noon and already their drunk. Not wanting to start a fight in case it blew her cover, she turned on her heel and marched in the opposite direction.

"Aw, don't run away!" One of the men slurred mockingly.

"Yeah, we just wanna help you out," the other added, "You look lost,"

"I don't need any help!" she growled, trying to suppress her anger, "I know perfectly well where I am!"

A hand reached towards her, only to be swatted away again, "Leave me alone!" the girl demanded.

The laughter was cut off by a harsh voice. "Hey! The girl said to leave her alone!"

"T-toyoshima-kun," they sounded terrified and began to back away. Seer turned around and could see why. Akashi stood, glaring at the drunkards with a fire she had not yet seen. Dark flames of hate and fury. He watched them until they were around the corner before turning to the girl. "I told you it was a rough place," the boy said with a grin. The way his expressions could change so quickly scared Seer a little. It reminded her of Kakarott. How he changed from the fun-loving baka to a blood-thirsty saiyan in the matter of seconds.

"Are you okay?" she must have been day-dreaming longer than she thought, Akashi was scrutinizing her through scarlett eyes.

"Oh I'm fine," she blushed, scratching the back of her head, something she damned the Son family for, "You just reminded me of someone I know,"

"I see," he was silent for a moment, "I suppose you're here to visit me since there is no school on a Sunday and both Beatrice and Kiara are out of town,"

"Yeah," she smiled once more, but this time without the blush. They began to walk along the busy street, but had no more trouble, Seer guessed it had something to d with Akashi.

Damn him, she thought as she spared him a glance, he looks so bloody sexy. He wore a white wife-beater that made his toned body clear to the world along with a pair of dark jeans. He absent mindlessly ran a hand through his navy hair as they walked along. She bit her lip slightly, looking away. When she turned back, she began to speak. "Why did those men run away from you earlier?" she asked.

"It doesn't matter," he said quickly, too quickly in her opinion, "We're here,"

The house definitely wasn't the nicest she had ever seen, but it was still better than some on the street. The path leading up to the door was cracked with weeds poking out their ugly heads here and there. The door was in relatively good condition but the white paint was cracked in the corners. The boy lead her into a narrow hallway. The inside of the house was much nicer than the outside. A red carpet ran along the hall and up the flight of stairs. A vase of roses stood on a circular table outside a door which was slightly ajar. "Ototo?" Akashi called. He waited for a response but none came. "He must be out," he told his companion, walking into the drawing room. Seer stepped timidly in after him. There was a cream leather couch, with a samurai sword mounted on the wall above it. Across the room there was a television, it wasn't a flat-screen but it was relatively modern. "Sit down if you like," Akashi said as he slumped down onto the seat. The girl sat awkwardly beside him. He flicked through the channels before coming to a rest on a comedy called Click. He glanced at the girl and smirked. She looked so nervous, nothing like when she came over to him in the canteen. With a sly grin, he snaked an arm around her waist and pulled her close to him. Blushing furiously, she pulled away from him and stared at the TV. Could he feel the same way? she thought with an edge of giddiness, no, he was probably just trying to surprise me. She turned her attention to the movie and soon began to enjoy it. He couldn't take his eyes off her. He couldn't believe he had just done that! What was I thinking, he growled inwardly before turning towards the TV.

Her head lay on his shoulder lazily as she blinked tears out of her eyes. She couldn't remember seeing something so depressing in a movie, but that was most likely because she wasn't really one for watching television. She was more a music person. She pulled away from her friend as the credits rolled onto the screen.

"Sad, innit?" he smiled as she ran a hand over her eyes.

"Yeah," she returned the smile. The door opened and Akashi sat straighter, "Afternoon brother!" he smiled as the man walked into the room. He looked to be in his early 20's and would look exactly like his younger brother if it wasn't for the emerald eyes.

"Hello little one," he tossed his jacket to the side, "Who's your friend?" he walked into what Seer presumed was the kitchen.

"This is Seer Briefs, from school."

"Ah, the one I've been hearing so much about. Bulma Brief's daughter,"

"Yeah," he muttered, blushing. Seer looked away and caught sight of the clock,

"Is that the time?" she squeaked, standing up. "I should be home by now!"

"I'll walk you," the boy said as he grabbed his jacket. They walked out into the sunlight and down the street, talking about the movie they had watched. He walked her to the alley they met in. "I suppose you'll fly the rest,"

"Yeah, maybe you should come to mine sometime," she smiled at him, "Maybe next week? It's only two weeks until the tournament. You said you were competing didn't you?"

"Yeah, we can train together," he smiled.

"That would be great," she stood on her tiptoes to give him a kiss on the cheek and took off into the air. She was happy that she could now see how good his fighting skills were, Gohan would want to know of course.

Akashi raised a hand to his cheek where she had kissed him, a dazed look in his eyes. Maybe I'm in love.

I know this is short, more a relationship builder. Next chapter they are on holiday and training hard for the upcoming tournament. Can Akashi master his ki? Will Vegeta kill him for being in love with his daughter? Is he something to do with Frieza? all will be revealed next chapter (or maybe in a few chapters :P). BTW, Click's one of my favourite movies. Read and Review please!