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Kirei curtsies politely in front of Tien as he steps forward.
"Wow, Goku. Who would've thought..." He trails off, staring at her slight form. "How old is she?"
She answers for me, happy to have someone in front of her that didn't drool.
"Nineteen, sir." She giggles into her hand, bowing again.
"She's such a lady, Goku. How'd you find her? Did you go out to the city for once?" Tien questions again, eyes calming.
"No," I confess, "I found her in the woods. She's been living out there by herself for thirteen years, kinda like how I was as a kid."
Chiaotzu blinks and nods, coming forward politely. "You're very pretty, Kirei." He clasps his hands together shyly.
"Oh, thank you." Kirei reddens slightly at the compliment.
Roshi comes from behind her, placing a firm hand on the small of her back. "Now, Kirei, why don't you sit your pretty little self down? Make yourself at home."
"Oh! Uh, okay." She plops down on the couch and crosses her legs, her pleated skirt falling and exposing a tiny patch of her panties. I glare at Roshi, as a sign to watch himself, especially when I'm in the room. He laughs nervously and pats my chest as confirmation that he wont do anything to her. I nod curtly at him and sit down next to her, throwing an arm around her shoulders. The eight of us sat in the circular couch and discussed the obvious. How we met, why haven't we been here earlier, how long it's been, if she's met Bulma yet, et cetera.
Soon we run out of things to say, and the group excuses us.
We take off after our goodbyes, heading in the general direction of home.
Kirie's small hands run up and down my back heavily, trying to get as close to me as possible.
I get an idea. "Babe?"
"Hmm?" We're at a pretty slow pace compared to earlier, in no hush.
"Wanna go into the city again? We can get some food. I promise we wont run into Bulma again."
She lays down tiredly on my back, crossing her arms into a pillow. "Sure, hon."
We stay at that pace, not in any hurry to get into the city. I also want to give her some time to rest. Meeting six new people in about an hour can be tiresome.
Once clear flying over the ocean, I lose myself in the way the waves seem to chase me back to the shore. I'm shocked out of my reverie when a thick forest of green suddenly appears in my vision.
Abruptly boing from smooth rolling water to rough patches of trees makes my eyes confused, making the trees took like they're swaying in time with what the waves would've been crashing.
We pass over my little house, the tiny clearing dotted with little trees. I pass straight over it and follow the little bald path through the woods toward the city, winding and looping as if drawn by a small child.
I dawns on me that I carved those paths when I was a little kid. I gaze at them as we passed, hazily remembering wandering around as a toddler. I smile and shake Kirei a small bit, waking her gently.
"Huh?" She lifts her head from her arms and sit up, rubbing her eyes.
"We're almost to the clearing. We'll walk the rest of the way, okay?"
"Mmhmm."
She's still tired.
We land and she climbs off my back, stumbling a bit. I chuckle and sweep my arm under her knees and catch her in the other. She immediately tucks into my chest and relaxes for the ride.
Walking to the city isn't a long trip. Ten minutes of walking and we're in the cul-de-sac from before, not far from a nice ramen place up the street.
Once we are in the busy part of town, I set Kirei down and she walk beside me, her tiny hand in mine.
She sighs as we walk through the door of the restaurant, the savory smell smacking us both in the face.
As if we realize at the same time we're starving, my stomach growls loudly just after she grabs at hers. Kirei looks at me and smiles brightly, fully awake.
We seat ourselves across from one another at a small booth, the tips of her shoes just brushing against the floor.
She sits with her hands in her lap, contentedly looking down at them. I smile and pull her chin up to look at me. She smiles again as I stroke her bottom lip with the pad of my thumb.
The waitress comes by with a happy smile. "Good afternoon! Are you ready to order?"
I nod at her indirectly, still staring at Kirei. "Two waters and four bowls of the kotteri beef, please."
She jots it down it her little pad. "Aaalright! That'll only be a few minutes."
"Thank you."
I stare at Kirei long after the waitresses departure. He eyes are still shiny from sleep, her face plumper than usual.
"You look beautiful," I tell her, watching a pink tint erupt in her cheeks.
She turns her head to the side as her color deepens. "R-really?"
I grab her hands from out of her lap under the table and brush the top of them with my thumb. She looks fully at me and smiles, obviously enjoying herself. I smile back at her, staring into her soft eyes, wondering just how many colors are in them.
Speckles of green...
Flecks of brown...
Oh, there's a little blue in there, too...
"Here it is! Enjoy!"
I jump, unaware of how much time has passed. Bowls are set on the table full of creamy ramen. I suddenly remember that I'm hungry.
"O-oh, thank you." Kirei takes one of the deep bowls and pulls it in front of her. She picked up the chopsticks that the waitress set on the table and looked at them curiously. I chuckle nd take them from her hands, snapping them in half and giving them back to her.
She holds one in either hand, poking at her noodles confused. I tap her hand and demonstrate how to use them, holding them between my two fingers and my thumb in a complicated way, pinching them around a thick piece of meat.
She scowls, attempting to copy my hand, and shakily pinching the air with of the tips of the sticks. I nod at her silently as she tries to pick up a lump of noodles. All but one slips way and splashes back into the broth in the bowl.
I chuckle. "It's easier to pick up the noodles if you twirl them," I wrap a small bunch of noodles around my chopsticks, bringing them to my mouth. "Like that."
"Oh." Kirei attempts again, picking up a few strands of pasts and flicking them around her sticks. She looks at me for approval. I shrug.
"There's no wrong way to use chopsticks, Kirei."
She shrugs back at me and carefully puts the noodles against her lips. As soon as she swallows, she looks up to me and beams a face splitting smile.
"Like it?" I cant help but smile to myself.
She nods frantically and scoops more food into her mouth, slipping sometimes, and getting broth on her face.
I shake my head happily and eat my own food, deciding to clean her up when we're finished.
If I'm honest I use writing Goku/Vegeta as a motivation to get other chapters done. Just so it's time for that again.
No other news, other than I could look at a wall and become inspired lately.
Good graces!
~MVO