The guests arrived just before seven as the sun was starting to set. Everyone was ushered into the backyard, to the tables that were set under the sycamore tree, which was alight with hanging jars of candles.
"Oh wow!" Goku cried. "Look at all that food!"
Lindsey bumped him with her elbow, one hand on her baby belly. "I bet I can eat more than you can. The baby's hungry."
Goku smirked. "You're on."
Tien snickered and shook his head as he sat down in a random chair at the table. He didn't look up until he felt something bump his shin – Sabriena was sitting directly across from him, grinning.
"You hungry?" she asked.
"For your cooking?" he said, "Always. You know that."
She leaned forward, dropping her voice lower, a playful look in her eyes. "Maybe that's how we'll win this war. We'll lure 'em in with my cooking and then you sneak up from behind and bash 'em over the head. Done deal. We win."
Tien chuckled and shook his head at her. "And where's the challenge in that?"
She sat back in her chair. "Oh, yes, I forgot. It's always about the challenge. My plan's brilliant and you know it." She pretended to pout, but the gleam in her eyes gave her away and he laughed at her again.
"You're a mess."
The table fell silent as everyone tucked in to their dinners. The only sounds were of silverware chinking against dinner plates, save for the occasional compliments thrown at the girls for their cooking.
Chichi was looking down her nose at her daughter-in-law, who was easily keeping pace with the Saiyans as she ate. "Are you sure you should be eating like that?" Chichi asked in a scathing voice. "I don't even know what half of this is! It can't be good for the baby."
"I'm starving!" Lindsey protested between bites as she reached for another piece of the oatmeal bread. "Besides," she said, ripping off a bite with her teeth and speaking with her mouth full, "I've eaten this my whole life. This food is traditional for the Sabat."
Chichi rolled her eyes. "Sabat," she muttered under her breath. "Sounds like more of that devil-worship witchcraft to me."
"Come on, Chichi! Eat up!" Goku encouraged, happily devouring everything he could pile onto his plate.
She simply snorted and continued to pick at her food.
Grandma sat back from her meal, lighting one of her clove cigarettes, and stared at Chichi. She didn't like the feelings she got from this woman. She was cold, bitter, unforgiving. Grandma narrowed her eyes and dragged deeply on the sweet-smelling smoke, wondering what on earth could have made this woman this way. And to chastise Lindsey for eating a perfectly healthy meal was completely unnecessary.
"You know, that food's been blessed," Grandma stated bluntly. "There's absolutely nothing wrong with it. It's good for her and the baby."
"Hmph," Chichi snorted, "well I just don't see how. How on earth do you bless food anyway? Sounds like a bunch of mumbo-jumbo to me."
Grandma cocked an eyebrow at her, her eyes narrowing again. Oh, she definitely did not like this woman.
Jenny tried to hide her smirk, she loved Grandma. Seeing her give Chichi one of her "looks" - oh boy, if that woman knew what was good for her, Chichi would shut the hell up and just enjoy herself. She caught Sabriena's eyes and rolled her own. Looking around, she smiled at the turnout. Bulma had managed to get Vegeta to come along and he seemed to be eating slower than usual, savoring the food perhaps? She chuckled and leaned against Piccolo, "Thanks for coming along, I know this isn't your thing, but it means a lot to me."
Piccolo smiled at her. "Ah, this isn't so bad," he shrugged.
She looked around some more, watching Tien closing his eyes after each bite as if he was in pure heaven. She looked down at her own plate, but she was absolutely stuffed. She barely had time to ask if anyone wanted the rest her food before Goku reached over, his mouth already stuffed, "Thank you!" he said and proceeded to chow down.
Grandma continued to drag on her clove-scented cigarette, surveying everyone from her position at the end of the long table. There was an excited happiness in the air. Good. The food was working. Grandma smiled softly to herself, watching these... Saiyans... They particularly seemed to be enjoying themselves. Even as the other guests sat back from their plates one by one, the four men continued to eat to their hearts' desire. The sun was beginning to set, the sky tinged in beautiful hues of pink and orange. Grandma's eyes roamed slowly over everyone, thinking to herself. She sat up a little bit, speaking loud enough for everyone to hear. "I think it's about time to light the fire," she said.
Jenny and Lindsey exchanged excited looks.
"Tien, would you be so kind?" Grandma asked, turning a polite, but intense gaze towards him. "I know this sort of thing is your forte."
Tien blinked over at her, startled and alarmed. How did she know that it was his thing? He nodded at her, pushing back from the table and looking over at the large fire pit that Trunks and Gohan had dug earlier, inhaling the smell of the fresh dirt. It made him think of his garden at home. It would be sprouting soon. He couldn't wait.
He went over to the pile of fire wood and began methodically stacking it and building up the base. He was even surprised to find a bow drill waiting for him. He felt more than one pair of eyes on him and even without looking he knew one was the grandmother. There was something about her that just commanded attention and respect. He felt a blush on his cheeks, something about the way she looked at him made him feel as if he had been caught doing something wrong, even though he hadn't. He shook the feeling off and carefully guarded the tiny little coal to its nest in the pit, watching as the dried twigs and branches caught flame and soon a fire was warming his face. He sat back on his heels watching it for a moment before he looked back behind him.
Jenny, Sabriena and Lindsey's eyes were dancing as they watched the fire spring to life. Tien had to chuckle, they were certainly not acting the way he had come to expect. They were more like little kids on Christmas morning.
Goku looked like he was finally slowing down and finally pushed his plate away, leaning back in his chair and patting his full stomach, before he looked over to his daughter-in-law and thanked her for the food.
Grandma stood, a slight smile on her face, her long dark hair catching on the evening breeze. "The fire is sacred to Beltane. It's traditional to jump the fire for blessings and fertility, friendship, love, protection, or whatever else your heart may desire. You may jump the fire alone, but it is more common to hold hands with a partner as you jump. But be careful what you wish for."
"Fertility," Jenny muttered and pointed a finger at Piccolo. "Don't. Even. THINK. About it."
Piccolo felt a slight blush on his cheeks and he laughed, "Not a problem."
Grandma shook her head as she kicked off her shoes and with the agility of a much younger woman, she ran across the yard and jumped through the flames, landing neatly on the other side, her black skirt swirling around her. "Come on then!" she called. "Don't be shy!"
"I do not want to jump the fire, I'll get pregnant by tomorrow," Jenny chuckled, "But then again, I wouldn't mind jumping for a bit of protection." Her eyes widened, remembering her work with the armor. Maybe Grandma would have some insight. She'd have to ask her about that later. She hopped up and tugged Piccolo with her, "Come on!"
Piccolo reluctantly got to his feet. "Are you serious?" he grumbled. The look on her face was insistent. He sighed and walked with her, letting her pull him along. Jenny stopped and entwined her fingers with his. He looked down at his wife, unable to hide the smile that pulled at his lips and together they ran across the yard, jumping through the fire, the heat washing over their skin for only a brief moment, but something happened... what was that? Piccolo looked back at the fire when they landed. What was that strange feeling that hit his senses? This was weird already.
Grandma clapped approvingly and laughed at the expression on Piccolo's face. He turned and looked at Tien, raising his brow as Tien shrugged and shook his head. That was... odd.
Kenna and McKenzie came sprinting across the yard next, giggling like children as they leaped through the flames. Catie and Trunks followed soon after. Sabriena finished off her drink, sitting back in her chair, watching and laughing as her friends took turns jumping the fire. She loved this holiday and it had been a very long time since she had celebrated it. She pursed her lips, considering jumping the fire by herself, until she noticed Tien sitting near it, watching everyone else jump through his expertly made fire. Sabriena smirked and walked over to him, one hand on her hip and the other extending out to him. "Jump the fire with me," she said, "For..." she paused to think, "fertility for the garden?"
Tien couldn't stop the grin that spread over his face and he nodded at her, reaching up and letting his hand curl around her own. He felt silly, but right at the same time. He wanted to wish for...well, more time with Sabriena would be nice, he admitted to himself. He smiled, "Fertility for the garden." He said and felt an excitement deep within him as her small hand slid into his. He held her hand and they both ran for the flames, passing through them and landing on the other side. It was liberating. There was something there, a warmth in his heart as he landed and he grinned at Sabriena, seeing her laugh and he let his rich baritone laughter join hers.
Goku was excited and he looked to Chichi, holding his hand out to hers, "Come on Chichi! It'll be fun! Maybe we can hope for another kid of our own!"
"Are you out of your mind?!" she hissed at him. "NO WAY!" She crossed her arms firmly across her chest and turned her nose up in the air. "I already don't like this, Goku. This all sounds like devil worship to me or something." She dropped her voice lower, "That crazy old woman is a bad influence. You jump that fire on your own if you want, but leave me out of it!" She huffed, shaking her head, looking down at the ground, "Another child... hmph. That's not happening."
Goku felt his heart drop at that. He looked longingly over at the fire. The last few of the couples was jumping through. Even Vegeta jumped through with Bulma's hand tight around his own. There was no one else to jump through with. "How about we wish for protection for Lindsey and her baby? That's not bad! How can it be devil worship if we are asking for good things?" he tried again.
Chichi shook her head adamantly. "Goku, I said NO! I don't want any part in this."
Grandma was laughing - Jenny and Sabriena had run around and jumped the fire together for friendship and now Seventeen had practically dragged Trunks through the fire again, laughing his head off the whole way. Some of them had grabbed up the ends of the ribbons on the Maypole and were now dancing around it, spiraling the ribbons down to the ground.
Grandma's expression turned serious when she saw Goku. He was talking with his wife, looking disappointed and she was still sitting firmly in her seat, looking cross. Grandma marched across the yard and grabbed Goku's hand in her own. "Come jump the fire with me, young man," she smiled, "We'll bless the new addition to both our families."
Goku blinked for a moment, feeling a warm hand interlacing with his own and he smiled brightly again at the old woman, "Yeah! That's perfect! Thank you!" His heart was pounding as they took off running, Grandma had a lot of spirit in her, he could tell. He was laughing as they jumped through the fire, feeling a warmth washing over him and staying within him as he landed. He couldn't stop smiling, "Oh wow! That was incredible!" He picked up Grandma and whirled her around before setting her down on the ground again, "Thank you!"
"Oh goodness!" she laughed as he sat her back down on the ground. She patted him on the shoulder and stepped out of the way as their friends jumped the fire again and again. "Now if you'll excuse me, I need to get the music set up for the evening." She turned and called, "Bulma! Be a dear and help this old woman out with the stereo!"
Bulma turned and blinked, then headed over to Grandma, sharing a confused look with Tien as she passed him. That was twice now that Grandma had known who to call on for specific tasks. But she unquestioningly followed Grandma up the steps to the back porch and disappeared inside.
Lindsey sat down on the ground, tugging Catie to sit next to her, staring into the fire.
"Fat ass," Catie teased. "You're getting lazy."
"I hatechu," Lindsey muttered back as Leelee joined them, tucking her chin to her knees, staring warily at the fire. It still bothered her to be around it, even if she had jumped it at Seventeen's insistence. She gave a shudder.
"That spell still not working, baby?" Lindsey asked softly.
Leelee shook her head. "No," she answered miserably. "Do you think we did something wrong?"
Lindsey frowned. "I don't know. I can ask Gramma if she has anything. I know she's got her spell book with her. It's so old, I'm sure there's something in there that would help!"
Leelee shrugged, not feeling very hopeful. The last spell had done absolutely nothing and she couldn't understand why. She sighed as she looked over at Seventeen in the growing darkness. He had grabbed a long, straight stick, nearly as tall as he was and as thick as his wrist, and he held one end in the fire, watching with amusement as it ignited.
"Hmmm," he wondered to himself, and turned it around, lighting the other end. He stepped back, admiring his handiwork, and spun the lit stick around. The ends left glowing trails of sparks through the air. "Oh yeah, this is awesome," he laughed to himself, stepping back a bit more from the fire, the others around him backing off, giving him a wide berth as he spun the fire.
"Whoa," Jenny said as she went over to sit next to the other girls, watching as Seventeen twirled the stick around with expert ease, the flames moving effortlessly through the air. The light from the flames cast a beautiful orange glow over him, those well defined muscles. She found herself grinning, "Wow Leelee. I'm surprised we see you any more. Why dont you spend every waking hour hitting that?"
"I used to," she mumbled.
Catie tipped her head, looking at her friend with concern. "Leelee," she said softly, "You mean, you and Seventeen haven't…?"
Leelee shook her head. "Not since he convinced me to go out with him on Valentine's day."
"That was three months ago," Lindsey protested.
"I know," Leelee said. "I just don't feel sexy or attractive. It's hard to be in the mood when all you can think about is how disgusting you look."
"Leelee, you do NOT look disgusting," Jenny argued. "You are beautiful. Seventeen loves you no matter what. You know that."
Leelee shrugged.
Jenny narrowed her eyes. Leelee just needed some encouragement. And what better than a little eye-candy to do just that? She cupped her hands over her mouth, "Take your shirt off, Seventeen!" She grinned wider at the look that Piccolo gave her, "You are more than welcome to strip down, too, you sexy Namek."
Piccolo shook his head and looked away from her. "No more wine for her," he muttered under his breath.
Seventeen paused and threw the girls a cocky look before he set down the staff and peeled his shirt off.
"Ohhhh my god," Catie giggled. "Yup. I'm with Jen. I'm amazed we see you at all, Leelee."
Leelee smirked and stared at Seventeen. Gods, he was perfection. The firelight threw his muscles into a breathtaking relief as he picked the staff back up and started to spin it around, his movements graceful, a combination of martial arts and dance. Leelee sighed dreamily. She WAS lucky to have Seventeen, and he did love her. But lately, it was like he hadn't wanted to be intimate. He didn't try to hold her the way he used to, hadn't tried to slip into the shower with her or anything like that. He still kissed her, told her he loved her, but there was no physical intimacy between them anymore. She sighed, thinking about what Lindsey had said about Grandma's spell book. Perhaps she could sneak inside and take a look at it at some point that night.
Sabriena trotted over and plopped down on Jenny's other side to watch the display before her. "Think we can get him to take off his pants, too?" she muttered to Jenny, never taking her eyes off of Seventeen.
Piccolo turned and gave Jenny another warning look.
Trunks was standing back, talking to Goku and Gohan. He elbowed Gohan, "Look at this show off," he said, pointing at Seventeen.
"More importantly, look at the way the girls are staring at him," Gohan answered, a slight frown on his face.
Seventeen looked over at them, still spinning the stick before him. "What's wrong guys? You jealous?" he taunted.
Trunks snorted, "Of you? Not hardly."
"Well then," Seventeen said and easily tossed the stick to Trunks, "Let's see what you can do."
"It doesn't count unless you take your shirt off!" Catie yelled at Trunks as he walked closer, throwing a dirty look at Seventeen.
Goku laughed at the commotion going on. The display reminded him of fighting when he had his polearm. He smiled, watching as Trunks pulled his shirt off and started spinning the stick around, determined to capture the girl's attention. He chuckled and looked over at Piccolo, seeing him and Gohan looking over at the girls with frowns, "Why don't you guys get more sticks and then you can be up there with him! You could have a sparring match!" He looked around for his own stick, happily finding one that was just slightly smaller than him and a little crooked, but it would work. He took off his shirt, his hair springing back to its normal place as the fabric went over his head. He went to the fire and lit his stick as well, holding it in both hands, coming up behind Trunks, and reached out with his stick to block Trunks' with a resounding wooden clack. He grinned and dropped into a defensive pose, drawing his pole through the air.
Trunks jumped, but grinned when he saw Goku's stick crossed with his own. "Ah, so that's how it's gonna be, huh?" he laughed, dropping into his own defensive pose. "All right, then." He and Goku began a spectacular display, swinging the lit staffs at each other, the sticks cracking against one another, Goku spinning his expertly, sweeping it at Trunks' legs, which Trunks jumped over before he spun and swung his at Goku, who easily ducked.
Grandma and Bulma had returned to the porch and set up the stereo. Grandma paused, watching the two men in the yard, a smile on her face again. This was perfect. She placed a disc in the stereo, crossing her arms in a satisfied way as tribal drums started to play over the speakers.
Trunks flipped backwards to avoid the flaming end of Goku's stick and grinned, tossing his stick to Tien. "Your turn!" he laughed.
Tien caught the stick one-handed and blinked at Trunks. "Doesn't count unless you take your shirt off!" Sabriena shouted, laughing with the other girls who were thoroughly enjoying this performance.
Tien's eyes went wide at Sabriena's shout, but he shucked his shirt off quickly and held the stick out towards Goku, watching him carefully.
Goku laughed, his eyes dancing merrily in the flames of the fire as he walked around the pit, slowly twirling his staff as he watched Tien with an almost predatory gaze, a smirk playing on his lips. The tribal music had drums and if he didn't know any better he would have said his heart synced with the music, beating in time to it. It was methodical as he dropped down into a stance and started his dance once again. Time seemed to slow down as he sparred with Tien, the way the fire light washed over them both, the rapt attention of everyone around them. There was hardly a negative energy in that bubble that seemed to have settled over every one.
Without warning, Goku suddenly turned and tossed his stick to Piccolo, "You're up next!"
Piccolo snorted, but sighed as he peeled his shirt off at the girls' taunting. Jenny blinked at him watching as his emerald skin took on an even warmer glow in the firelight; she smiled at him as he squared off against Tien. This was amazing.
Tien held his stick out, one end following Piccolo's movements as the Namek stalked around him. He vaguely heard the shouts of encouragement from the girls, the tribal music pounding in his ears. There was something ancient, primal about those drums. The feeling that washed over him was indescribable - he felt alive, energized, as though he could feel a connectedness to the earth itself.
Piccolo suddenly swung, and Tien brought his stick up to block, holding it with both hands, leaning into it. Piccolo was pressing back, both men smirking at each other, struggling to force the other to his knees. Jenny was cheering on Piccolo, Sabriena screaming for Tien, the others shouting random encouragement to both of them. They shoved away from each other for a moment before attacking again in a flurry of sparks and swirling flame.
After a bit, Tien finally laughed and threw the stick to Gohan. "Your turn, kid."
"Yeah, Gohan!" Lindsey shouted, "Take it off, baby!"
Gohan's face burned red, even in the darkness, but he shucked off his shirt and turned to face his former teacher.
Piccolo grinned, facing off against his student once more. It felt like old times, but better. More experience, more calm and there was this connection to everything around him. He could almost sense Gohan's moves before he made them, it made for a spectacular dance and show of wills, his antenna twitched in the evening air, the warmth from the fire warming them both. It was almost like being in a meditative trance, he barely even heard the words of encouragement from those around him. He finally turned and spotted Vegeta, tossing him the stick, "Let's see what you've got."
Gohan swallowed. Oh, of all people to go up against.
Vegeta dropped his stick and pulled his dark shirt over his head, smirking. The stick had rolled when he dropped it and he had to pluck it back out of the fire. "Come on, boy," he sneered.
Gohan lunged, swinging at Vegeta, who spun and cracked his stick against Gohan's, both of their hands stinging from the impact. Faster and faster they swung until both were sweaty and growling at each other, neither wanting to back down until a brilliant idea struck Gohan. He smacked Vegeta's stick away and spun quickly, flinging the stick. "Dad! Catch!"
Goku caught it with ease, spinning back into the fray, his stick resounding against Vegeta's, a smirk on his face and the fire seemed to flare at their combined energies that clashed.
"Ohhhhh shit," Lindsey and Jenny breathed, staring at the only two pure blooded Saiyans, each one holding the burning sticks and who were smirking at each other.
"This is bad," Catie muttered as Sabriena nodded, her eyes wide.
Goku's heart was pounding, blood surging through his ears. Oh he could definitely do this. Their sticks still connected, they circled around each other, waiting for the other one to move first. Goku was having too much fun and in a display of artful technique, he pulled back, swinging through the air at Vegeta's legs, watching as the prince jumped the orange light of fire, aiming for Goku's head as he ducked and pulled back, jabbing out with his stick, mesmerized by the orange glow in the darkening night. It was perfect. He felt feral, almost like it was the night of the full moon, which always made him feel a little wild.
Vegeta could barely hide his excitement when Goku caught the stick. He swung and dodged, counter-attacking with as much speed and ferocity as was thrown at him. The drums pounding in his ears, the screams of encouragement from their onlookers, the echoing cracks of the sticks... All of it heightened his senses, his adrenaline surging through him. His hair flashed gold, a roar ripping from his throat and he attacked with a renewed energy. "Don't hold back, Kakarot!"
Goku found he couldn't hold back and powered up with an answering cry ripping from his throat as his own hair lifted and turned golden, throwing the bright light all around them, meeting with Vegeta's own aura, the gold and orange light mixing together creating an amazing sight to behold. Their moves became lightning fast, creating the most intricate patterns in the air as they sparred, dancing in the darkness, bathed in the light of the fire, nothing but the sound of drums in their ears, the smirks on their faces. Goku was hardly even thinking, his body reacting purely on instinct as they met over and over again, his hands were stinging and he wondered how long it would be before the wood gave under the sheer force of the power being channeled through them. Sweat was trickling down his body, making his muscles glisten in the firelight.
They paused, only for a mere second, both men holding their staffs with both hands before they lunged at each other, the sticks meeting, creaking under the strain as they shoved against each other. Vegeta suddenly released his stick and dropped to the ground, throwing his leg out. Goku faltered when the counterweight was suddenly gone and tripped over Vegeta's outstretched leg with a shout of surprise. Vegeta hopped to his feet, grabbing up his stick once more, and smirked as he kicked Goku's stick away and into the fire. He dropped over the taller Saiyan, pinning him to the ground by pressing the stick against Goku's collarbones, signaling that he'd won. "I expected better, Kakarot," he sneered before he got to his feet. He tossed his own stick into the fire and wiped the sweat from his brow. He turned to head up to the porch, thinking of grabbing something to drink, when a vice-like grip wrapped around his ankle and he fell face-first into the grass. "What the - KAKAROT!" he snarled, looking over his shoulder at Goku who was laughing as he gripped the Saiyan Prince's ankle.
"Let's call it a draw," Goku laughed, flopping back on the grass, his hair returning to normal, laughing his head off.
"Idiot," Vegeta grumbled and shoved himself to his feet, stomping up onto the porch where Bulma and Grandma were enjoying a drink and a smoke.
Bulma chuckled into her drink, staring up at her shirtless husband. She felt a thrill work its way through her body at the sight of him. She smiled at him, pointing to her forehead, "You got a little something there dear," she chuckled, "You have ash all over your face." She glanced over at Goku, he had some smeared on his cheek, but he flopped back on the ground, his arms spread wide as he caught his breath, looking up at the sky.
Vegeta caught his reflection in the glass door and moved to wipe at his face, but Grandma caught his wrist. "Don't."
Vegeta stared curiously at the old woman for a moment, but lowered his arm.
"Now sit and I'll tell you why," she said, directing him to sit in the chair between herself and Bulma. "That ash is from a sacred fire. It's a blessing. You leave that there until you go home."
He didn't know why he felt compelled to listen to her instruction, but he did as she said without question.
Grandma filled her shot glass and threw her head back before she smiled at him, running her eyes over him. "Bulma, dear, I have to admit. If I was thirty years younger, I'd give you a run for your money with this one."
Bulma snorted into her drink, looking at the grandmother and back at her husband, a grin working its way onto her face, "I'd fight you tooth and nail." She smiled brightly at Vegeta, laughing out loud at the look on his face. His whole face had gone bright red.
"I think it'd be a fair fight," Grandma answered. "I was pretty back in my day. I could've had you. I'd whip up a love potion so fast and strong, it'd make your head spin."
Vegeta growled and shook his head, his blush spreading all the way to his ears. This was embarrassing. He reached for the bottle of tequila and poured himself a shot. "Women," he grumbled.
Bulma winked at him, "Maybe you'll allow me the great...pleasure...of helping you clean up when we get home, my Prince." She said, barely a whisper, her eyes dancing, looking him over, the chiseled muscles, the battle scars along his chest and back. Perfection.
Vegeta nearly choked on his shot at her words. "Woman, you're trying my patience." Images of Bulma joining him in a shower danced in his mind and a smirk pulled at his lips. This night was far from over as far as he was concerned.
Bulma shook her head and looked back out over the yard; Chichi was still being a sourpuss, sitting in a chair, her arms crossed, glaring out over the whole scene as if she had been personally offended. At least everyone else seemed to be enjoying themselves.
"Women," Vegeta grumbled once more, getting to his feet and grabbing a bottle of water from the table. But he turned and gave Bulma the slightest wink before he headed out into the yard.
"Well, I think it's our turn to put on a show," Grandma said to Bulma. She walked to the edge of the porch. "Ladies! Come with me! In the house!" she said loudly, her arms in the air, motioning them forward.
Kenna and McKenzie giggled and ran up the steps and into the house, McKenzie throwing Yamcha a wink as she went. He blinked back at her as Trunks elbowed him in the side, wagging his eyebrows. "Stoppit," Yamcha laughed and gave Trunks a playful shove.
"HELP," Lindsey said, struggling to get back to her feet.
Jenny laughed and pulled her up. "Yeah, It's not so funny when you're on that end, huh?"
"I feel like a goddamn cow," Lindsey complained. She poked her belly. "Come out already."
"Nooo," Jenny argued, shaking her head. "You gotta let that baby bake until he's done."
Sabriena bounded over to the steps, pausing when she got to Grandma, "Do we get to dance? Do we get to dance?" she whispered excitedly. Grandma gave her a wink and Sabriena shrieked, running into the house, "EEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
Grandma waited until all the women had gone inside before calling across the yard, "Chichi, you're welcome to join us!"
Chichi looked up, her lips pursed, and gave her head a shake before she stared back down at the ground.
"Suit yourself," Grandma said quietly. She raised her voice once more, "You boys enjoy yourselves. We won't be long!" and she followed the girls inside, closing the door behind her.
Tien shook his head as Sabriena disappeared into the house with the rest of the other girls, "I've never seen her act like that before." He muttered to no one. He moved over to sit next to Goku in front of the fire, "Any idea what they might be up to?"
Goku shrugged. "This is all new to me. But, man, I'm having a blast!" He looked across the yard at his wife, who was sitting all by herself, looking sour. He wished she'd join in on the fun. Would it hurt her to let go for once? He sighed and turned his attention back to his friends.
Tien looked over at Piccolo, "You've got the ears, what are they saying in there? Or do we really want to know?" He chuckled and leaned back into the cool grass, looking up at the stars that were starting to come out. He had to admit, this was pretty fun.
Piccolo snorted, "Whatever they're planning Grandma is talking too low. They must have gone into the basement."
Goku laughed, "Ah let it be a surprise! I like surprises. I bet it's good, whatever it is!"
Gohan sat down near the fire with Trunks at his side. "Man, it feels funny out here, doesn't it?"
Trunks looked around. He had to admit, there was something different about the way it felt outside tonight. "Just feels like a lot of energy to me," he answered. "But I think everybody's pretty wound up. We've never really had a party like this before, ya know?"
"Yeah, I guess," Gohan answered.
"Put it on!" Grandma insisted.
Lindsey was shaking her head, backing away from the sheer, nude-colored material her grandmother was holding out towards her.
"Lindsey, this is the fertility Sabat, for crying out loud! What could be more appropriate?" Grandma argued.
"You're no fun," Sabriena grumbled, adjusting the lightly sequined top she wore. It matched the skirt she had on - nude colored, short draping in the front and long sheer panels for the back with just enough sequins to catch the light here and there. She grabbed one of the long strands of bells and fastened it around her bare waist, grinning as it jingled. "Grandma, these are the BEST outfits you've gotten us yet!"
Grandma Arthusia turned and smiled. "I knew you'd like them," she said before she turned back to Lindsey, "Now put this on!"
"Grandma, I can't bellydance with a belly like this!" she protested, indicating her very pregnant belly.
Kenna turned and wrinkled her nose, "No, you can't. No one wants to see that."
Lindsey blinked at her sister, her eyes wide, "I never thought I'd say this, but I agree with Kenna."
Jenny rolled her eyes at Kenna, adjusting the last bit of her outfit before turning and looking at Lindsey, "Come on, did you forget what festival we are celebrating? Beltane? Biggest fertility celebration ever. You are PERFECT for this festival, Lindsey. The baby bump is the sexiest thing any one could have at this. Not that I want another one, I'm good thanks. Believe it or not, some guys love to see the beauty in the woman who embraces her pregnancy." She snickered, "And call me crazy, but I think Goku is insanely into the baby belly."
"That's... just creepy," Lindsey snickered, "but I know what you mean. I think he wanted a grandbaby more than anyone." She sighed as Grandma held the outfit out to her, dangling it between her fingers tantalizingly. "Oh all right! Fine!" Lindsey snapped, snatching the fabric, "But don't blame me when those men try to blind themselves in the fire!"
Grandma smiled triumphantly. "It's all in the hips, anyway," she said and popped the back of her knuckles against Lindsey's hip. "Goddess knows, she gave you enough of those."
Lindsey huffed through her nose and marched off to put on the outfit, grumbling to herself the whole way.
Sabriena turned and smirked, "They'll all be staring at me, anyway." She dodged the slap Jenny aimed at the back of her head. "HA!" she shot at Jenny, who blinked in surprise. Maybe her training was doing her some good...
"Leelee, I have one for you, too," Grandma offered.
Leelee stood in the corner, shaking her head, blinking harshly. For once, Grandma didn't seem to press the issue. She folded the outfit and set it down. "I understand, dear." Leelee had been feeling sour enough about the evening - the healing spell her friends had performed for her hadn't worked at all.
"Well where's yours?" Catie teased Grandma.
"I can dance just fine in this," Grandma answered, putting on her own belled belt and necklace. "The only color I wear is black."
"So who gets to read the poem this year?" McKenzie asked, admiring herself in the mirror, running her fingers through her long, blonde curls.
"You look like a whore," Kenna hissed in her ear.
McKenzie's eyes lit up. "Really? Good!"
Both girls fell into a fit of giggles as Grandma looked around. "I think Sabriena should read it this year," she said.
"Me? Really?" Sabriena grinned excitedly.
Grandma nodded. "I have a copy of it stuck in my book over there," she said. "Go grab it."
Sabriena bounced over to where the book lay, the belled jewelry tinkling with her every movement. She ran her hands over the huge book, loving the feel of the worn leather under her fingers. She found the loose piece of paper and pulled it out, turning to the girls again as she scanned her eyes over it.
Leelee shot a glance at the book, wondering if she'd have a chance to look at it. Maybe she'd stay behind, let everyone else go back to the yard. She could claim she had to use the restroom or something. Then she could hide out and look the book over for a bit before anyone even missed her.
Grandma looked around at the girls, "Now, those men put on quite a show, but I think we can outdo them," she smiled with a wink and lead the way back up the stairs.
The men had all sat down in the grass around the fire, laughing and joking about their sparring match, teasing Goku about finally getting beaten by Vegeta.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Goku muttered. "I let him win," he chuckled.
Movement on the back porch drew Trunks' attention and he slapped at Gohan's arm. "What are they wearing?" he asked, squinting through the darkness.
Gohan looked as well. "Are they wearing ANYTHING? Oh my god, Gramma talked them into going naked. I KNEW that was going to happen!"
Tien nearly slapped the back of Gohan's head. "You really do need those glasses, kid. They've got some kind of clothes on. Doesn't look like much, though. Good grief," he gasped, his eyes falling on Sabriena. Oh dear gods above, help him.
"I get to read the poem!" Sabriena sing-songed as she bounced across the yard, the piece of paper held high in her hand, Kenna and McKenzie not far behind her. They swirled around, their skirts lifting on the breeze, the sequins catching the firelight.
But while everyone else was staring at the twins, Tien's eyes were locked on Sabriena. His mouth ran dry as she slightly wiggled her practically bare hips, the bells around her tiny waist jingling again. "Can I read it now, Gramma?"
Grandma Arthusia gave a nod as she and the other girls moved into the yard.
Sabriena grinned and squared her shoulders, holding the paper out before her, and began to read.
"I have sent you my invitation,the note inscribed on the palm of my hand by the fire of living.
Don't jump up and shout, 'Yes, this is what I want! Let's do it!'
Just stand up quietly and dance with me.
Show me how you follow your deepest desires, spiraling down into the ache within the ache, and I will show you how I reach inward and open outward to feel the kiss of the Mystery, sweet lips on my own, every day.
Don't tell me you want to hold the whole world in your heart.
Show me how you turn away from making another wrong without abandoning yourself when you are hurt and afraid of being unloved.
Tell me a story of who you are, and see who I am in the stories I live.
And together we will remember that each of us always has a choice.
Don't tell me how wonderful things will be . . . some day.
Show me you can risk being completely at peace, truly okay with the way things are right now in this moment, and again in the next and the next and the next. . .
I have heard enough warrior stories of heroic daring.
Tell me how you crumble when you hit the wall, the place you cannot go beyond by the strength of your own will.
What carries you to the other side of that wall, to the fragile beauty of your own humanness?
And after we have shown each other how we have set and kept the clear, healthy boundaries that help us live side by side with each other, let us risk remembering that we never stop silently loving those we once loved out loud.
Take me to the places on the earth that teach you how to dance, the places where you can risk letting the world break your heart.
And I will take you to the places where the earth beneath my feet and the stars overhead make my heart whole again and again.
Show me how you take care of business without letting business determine who you are.
Show me how you offer to your people and the world the stories and the songs you want our children's children to remember.
And I will show you how I struggle not to change the world, but to love it!
Sit beside me in long moments of shared solitude, knowing both our absolute aloneness and our undeniable belonging.
Dance with me in the silence and in the sound of small daily words, holding neither against me at the end of the day.
And when the sound of all the declarations of our sincerest intentions has died away on the wind, dance with me in the infinite pause before the next great inhale of the breath that is breathing us all into being, not filling the emptiness from the outside or from within.
Don't say, 'Yes!' Just take my hand and dance with me..."
Tien felt like his heart had stopped at her words, as if she'd read them for him and him alone. He barely even noticed that music had begun to play again. That poem, the words she'd said, was exactly what he wanted. Something about it spoke to his very soul; lines about shared solitude, being side by side, deepest desires spiraling down into an ache… He looked down at the ground for a moment, rolling the words around in his head, trying to hold onto them before he looked back up at her, but she had begun to dance and had whirled around to the other side of the fire as the other girls joined in.
Jenny locked her eyes on Piccolo and gave him a sly wink as she followed the others around the fire. She closed her eyes and let the music take her, her skirt lifing on the breeze, her long dark hair trailing behind her like ribbons in the wind.
Piccolo felt his throat run dry as the women came back outside, his wife...oh gods what was she wearing...was she wearing anything at all...oh how those outfits caught the firelight, the jingling of the bells music to his ears. She danced closer to him, leaning over and capturing his lips in a heated kiss. Jenny's hand went to one of Piccolo's antennae, twirling her finger around it, and he quickly snatched her wrist in his hand, breaking their kiss. "NOT NOW," he warned. "Not here."
She winked at him. "Just giving you something to look forward to when we get home." And she spun away to dance some more.
Bulma followed the girl, smiling brightly at Grandma as she felt the stares of the men on them, "Really really great idea!" She gave a little spin, feeling a heated gaze fall on her and she turned, her hair swirling around her face as she looked and locked eyes with Vegeta.
Vegeta smirked again, his eyes locked on his wife's beautiful curves as she spun and danced to the music. He barely even noticed the other women.
Gohan's face went incredibly red when he saw his wife heading over for the fire, getting ready to join the other girls who were dancing. "Oh, no, no, no," he chuckled and pulled her down into his lap.
"Whaaat?" she giggled and tucked her face into his neck. "Thank you," she whispered. She really didn't know how she was supposed to dance in her condition and was more than content to sit and watch the other girls.
Gohan kissed her belly, murmuring to the baby inside as Lindsey smiled at him, threading her fingers through his hair. Goku smiled at his son and daughter – he couldn't wait to meet the new baby when he arrived. It was so exciting, watching her get closer to the end of her pregnancy, the promise of new life. He wished Chichi would agree to another one. They were certainly still young enough. But she'd never do it. He sighed and scooted a little closer, rubbing a hand on Lindsey's belly, jumping with excitement when he felt a strong kick against his palm. "Yep, this one's gonna be a fighter," he grinned. "I can't wait to meet him."
Sabriena laughed and rolled her hips, her curves accentuated in the bright firelight. She twirled in a circle, then shimmied her chest, the bells jingling loudly as she did so. She caught Tien's eyes watching her and she threw him a wink, bumping her hip in his direction before she spun away, her skirt catching and lifting on the breeze.
Tien's throat seemed to tighten. Oh this was a bad, bad, bad idea. Her perfect hourglass form, the clothes that looked like she had been poured into them… He ran a hand over his face, trying to wipe any expression from it. Oh gods, he was never going to get that image out of his mind. His eyes drank her in, watching her every move. He wanted her. Gods above help him, he wanted her. He suddenly was very aware of the age difference between them and knew that it could never happen. She would laugh in his face if she knew how he felt, call him an old man. He sighed, but couldn't seem to tear his eyes away from her.
Leelee finally made it over to the fire several minutes later and slumped to the ground next to Seventeen.
"Hey babe," he muttered, staring at the girls dancing.
She frowned and stared down at her knees. He hadn't even looked at her when she approached. She felt so insecure, watching her friends dancing while she sat on the sidelines, unable to participate because that bitch had caused her to become so terribly disfigured. She hated her body. She looked back up just in time to see Kenna throw a big smile in Seventeen's direction and Leelee felt like she could just throw up. If this had been before the fight with the dragon, she would never have felt so intimidated. But all that was about to change. A very tiny smile pulled at Leelee's lips and she stuck her fingers in her back pocket for just a moment, brushing her fingertips over the folded piece of old parchment.
Grandma was leading the dance, stomping in time with the drums, her face split in a huge smile. She could feel the energy gathering, the way it raised and spiraled around the yard. Whether they had realized it or not, the men had done a spectacular job raising a strong masculine energy in the air. Now the women were bringing their own, adding to it, balancing it out with a feminine energy. It was getting better by the minute. But there was something off... Something wrong... Someone was very angry. And another was envious. And a third was in longing. But she couldn't sort it out, not with everyone so energized, so close together... She turned and abruptly made her way back to the porch, taking up her seat again and lit a cigarette, watching the dancing from a distance, trying to work it all out in her head. No one had seemed to notice her leaving and she preferred it that way.
She sat back and watched as the dance slowed, the music paused for a moment before a new song started up and the girls began to dance again. But someone had gotten up and was walking her direction.
Tien had gotten up, unable to take looking at Sabriena for another moment, for fear he might somehow end up making a fool of himself. He couldn't handle the rejection if she didn't want his affections. She didn't view him that way, she was just his student and he was her teacher. And nothing more. He walked over to the house, thinking a cold drink would help him clear his head. He almost stopped short when he suddenly realized that the grandmother had slipped away from the dancing and was sitting calmly on the porch. How in the world... He looked back over his shoulder at the dancers to make sure his mind wasn't playing tricks on him, spying Sabriena once more. He looked back to the grandmother, "Ah, I'm sorry ma'am, didn't see you there."
"You're fine," she answered, dragging on her cigarette. She was studying him with that piercing look of hers. "Care to join me?" she asked, waving a hand towards the chair next to her.
Tien found himself nodding before he could really think about it, moving to sit in the vacant seat next to her. He felt like he towered over her and suddenly wondered if he should have put his shirt back on. He had no where else to look except back at the fire pit, listening to the bells jingling around the girl's waists. Particularly Sabriena's waist caught his attention and he swallowed, rubbing the back of his neck. He felt like he should ask something, but he wasn't sure what to ask. "This has been a good celebration," he admitted, "I don't normally get out for these sorts of things."
Grandma nodded, staring out at the yard. "You're a man who appreciates his quiet time," she stated. She was silent for a moment, contemplative. A small smirk pulled at her lips. "I bet you don't have much of that now. That Sabriena is quite the handful," she said, the slightest laugh in her voice.
Tien chuckled. "I know that's right." How was it that Grandma Arthusia knew that Sabriena was the one thing on his mind? This woman could see things in a way he couldn't understand. "Ah, she's not that bad. She just takes some getting used to. And that mouth of hers - that can get her into trouble." He watched her dancing, the way the sequins caught in the light, the carefree smile that pulled at her lips as she laughed and danced. It was a real smile, something he hadn't seen often from her. "She's always so guarded all the time." He said out loud without thinking. "She's a lot more complex than everyone originally thought, that's for sure."
"That she is," Grandma replied. She wondered how much he knew about Sabriena. Grandma knew these girls since they were very young. "She has her reasons for being the way she is. Unfortunately, no one ever takes the time to find out what those reasons are."
"Like her mother dying?" Tien offered.
Grandma gave a nod, smiling on the inside. Lindsey and Jenny HAD talked with him like she'd hoped. "She always felt wronged by that," Grandma said. "And her father never taught her to deal with her feelings. It wasn't his fault, most men aren't good at that sort of thing. But she learned to hide. To hide her feelings, to hide behind her material belongings. There's walls around her heart." She dragged on her clove again, savoring the sweet smoke before she exhaled slowly. Grandma was staring at Sabriena, her voice thoughtful, ""That girl needs someone to keep her feet on the ground. What she needs is a good, grounded man who has the patience to get through to her. A practical man. Someone who can see through her bullshit and bring out the good in her."
Tien didn't know why, but he felt his heart sink at her words. He nodded, thinking he'd very much like to be that man. It was exactly what she needed, but she needed it with someone she had a little more in common with. Someone her own age, who could give her the kind of life she was used to. The scent of the clove cigarettes warmed him, reminded him of some of the spices he had back at the cabin. He looked over at her, "I'd have to wish that kid the best of luck. A guy needs a lot of patience with her. But she's worth it really."
"Ahhh, see? You're making the same mistake she's been making. She doesn't need a 'kid'. She needs a man," Grandma said. "Someone mature, patient, smart." She looked over at Tien, who was still staring out into the yard. Grandma sighed and popped the back of her hand against his arm. "You have three eyes, open them and see what I'm telling you. I mean a man like YOU."
"What? I can't be with her!" he protested.
"And why not?" Grandma countered, sipping her drink.
Tien blinked for a moment, looking over at her, his eyes wide, "What?" He looked back over at Sabriena and then back to the grandmother, "I… I'm way too old for her!" he cried, the hint of sadness in his voice evident as he spoke. "Maybe if we were closer in age..." He shook his head, looking back over at Sabriena once again, feeling an ache in his chest. How had he gotten himself into this mess?
"Now what on earth makes you think that age has anything to do with it?" Grandma asked, turning in her seat to face him better. "Age is just a number. She's an adult. Why does that worry you so much?"
He thought for a moment on her words. He had wanted to laugh, but she was so serious. Just a number? It seemed like much more than that to him. "I just… I don't know... preconceived notions on how things are supposed to be I guess." he sighed, he knew what it was and he rubbed the back of his neck. "I'm old enough to be her father. Doesn't that seem a little weird?"
"Little weird?" Grandma repeated. "Look around you, young man. Do you see anything here that isn't weird?"
Tien laughed lightly at that. He certainly wasn't used to being called a young man. He wasn't feeling like one at the moment. "No, I suppose not." He shook his head. "I can't give her the kind of life she's used to."
"My point exactly," Grandma smiled. She sighed and tugged on his arm until she hand his hand in hers, palm up. "Now look here," she said, pointing at his hand. "You've got a long, strong lifeline. That's a lot of years you've got left in you, young man. And here," she pointed at another line on his palm, "your heart line..." Her voice trailed off. "Goodness, that was a nasty relationship. Well, that one's over. But here, you have a chance for an amazing romance. A true love." Grandma tipped her head to the side, narrowing her eyes slightly. "A very amazing romance," she corrected herself in a soft tone, a bit of awe in her voice. She looked up at him, suddenly harsh. "You'd be a fool to throw that away," she stated and shoved his hand back at him.
He looked at her curiously, the surprise in her voice threw him off a little bit and he peered at his hand, trying to decipher what it was she was seeing, "A very amazing romance?" he echoed. His heart beat in his chest and he looked up again at the sight. The women had pulled some of the men to dance with them. Their bodies moving in time with the drums. Goku was standing in the way, dancing away with Lindsey...when had he gotten her and Gohan up around the fire? He moved slightly and Tien spotted Sabriena once more. Maybe this old woman was right. But if she wasn't, he didn't want to lose the friendship he had with Sabriena. He didn't want to lose her completely. He didn't even think to ask Grandma how she knew about his previous relationship. He didn't want to think about Launch tonight.
"You need to tell that girl how you feel," Grandma insisted. "She's a beautiful young woman. Girls like her don't stay single for long." She squeezed his hand, looking up at him. "Don't be afraid of the unknown, Tien. You're a good man. And you're exactly what she needs, even if she doesn't see it yet. And stop being so hung up on what society dictates as being normal. Where's the fun in being normal, anyway?"
Seventeen wandered up on the porch, looking for something to drink, when he noticed Tien sitting beside Grandma, looking rather confused. He grabbed a soda out of the cooler and sat on Grandma's other side. "You guys okay?" he asked.
Tien gave a nod, still staring out into the yard.
Grandma looked at Seventeen, then looked back into the yard. Leelee was sitting by the fire, her knees up to her chest, feeling miserable as she stared at the other women dancing. She was hating herself, her appearance, and the way she felt.
"I want you both to look at something," Grandma said to both of the men. She pointed towards two women in front of the fire. "You see those girls? My granddaughters?"
McKenzie and Kenna were dancing together, their tall slender figures gyrating before the flames. Tien and Seventeen looked at the girls, nodding in answer to Grandma's question.
"They are two of the most beautiful women you could ever hope to set eyes on," she continued, a bit of pride in her voice. Her tone changed as she went on, "But that's all they are. Don't get me wrong, I love my girls, but they're useless. No talent. No potential. They care for nothing in this world but themselves." Grandma paused. "But there are other women here who are more beautiful than they are, and they don't even know it. Those girls are hiding. Hiding behind their insecurities, their past, the hurt they've lived through. But they're smart and brave. Those are the types of women who need to be shown that they're loved and valued. The ones that need to be shown that they're worth something. And if you don't do it soon, they may never see it."
Seventeen frowned, turning his attention back to Leelee. Grandma was right. Leelee was more beautiful to him than any of the women there. But she'd pushed him away so many times, he'd all but given up on her ever returning to the way she was before. He missed her. Dear gods, how he missed her. Even though they spent practically every waking moment together, she wasn't really there. She was always so quiet, so distant. Eighteen was the only one who seemed to be able to draw her out of her shell, and even so, it was only for brief periods of time. Then she just went back into hiding, spending her days laying around in their bedroom, doing nothing. It killed him to see her like that. Something had to change. Something had to be done. He had to show her that he loved her for who she was, not for what she looked like. No matter what may have happened to her, she would always be beautiful to him. He wasn't going to lose her. Not like this.
The song changed after a few more minutes and Grandma smiled. "My favorite song." She grabbed Seventeen by the hand, making him jump. "Come on young man. You're taking this old woman dancing," she declared as she got to her feet.
Seventeen laughed and got up with her, walking her back out into the yard, leaving Tien behind on the porch. He stared down at his boots, thinking over the conversation with the old woman, completely lost as to what he should do.
The sound of footsteps drew him from his thoughts and he looked up to see Sabriena bouncing onto the porch.
"What are you doing over here all by yourself?" she asked, tipping her head as she looked at him. "Grandma isn't hitting on you, is she?"
Tien snickered, "No. I was just thinking about stuff for a minute."
"What stuff?" Sabriena pressed, grabbing a can of soda.
"Ah, nothing important," he answered.
She shoved at his shoulder. "Well then quit being a stick in the mud. Come join the party. It's nearly midnight!"
"Something special supposed to happen at midnight?" he asked, cocking an eyebrow at her excitement.
Sabriena nodded. "The ritual. Come on! This is the best part!" She grinned, pulling at his arm, teasing him. "Pleeeeease?" She set her soda down and grabbed his wrist with both of her hands, leaning back as hard as she could, grunting with the effort to pull him out of his chair.
He snickered at her, flexing his muscles a bit, watching her struggle. It was effortless for him to sit there, letting her pull on his arm without moving an inch. He leaned his cheek on his free hand, looking bored. "We really need to step up your training."
"Oh, come on," she whined, letting go of his arm. She suddenly grabbed the arms of his chair, leaning in close to him. He would've jumped if it wasn't for his martial arts training. He swallowed, trying to focus on her eyes, even though her ample cleavage was so close to his face. He could smell her expensive perfume again – or was that just her natural scent? Warm honeysuckle and amber…
"I want you to sit by me," she smiled. "I wanna watch your reaction."
"Yeah, okay," he agreed without thinking, letting her finally pull him to his feet and lead him out into the yard.
Grandma had turned the music way down, playing soft celtic music now instead. Everyone was sitting on the ground around the fire, save for Chichi, who was still sitting beneath the sycamore tree by herself.
Grandma stood at the northern most point of the circle, smiling at them. She could feel the enormous amount of energy they'd raised. It circled around them all, even if they couldn't see it, swirling and growing stronger. Grandma's ritual was simple for the night. She'd learned of the coming war, how everyone was preparing for it to the best of their abilities. All she wanted for them was a bit of protection from the mother Goddess.
The night was perfect for it. It was still warm, a quiet calm had fallen over the whole world it seemed. Every person in the circle was watching Grandma with interest as she stood calmly and looked up at the moon. Normally, it was best to invoke the Goddess on the full moon, but it was only two days away and this was Beltane.
She smiled warmly at them. "Beltane is a celebration of the Goddess' marriage to the God. That is why it is a fertility holiday. We celebrate their union on this night." Grandma withdrew her athame, a black-handled dagger used for rituals, from her belt turned to the North, pointing the knife at the ground, "Oh Earth of the North, In the name of the Goddess I do summon thee forth! That the spell performed will come to manifest by your power in this rite. Hail and Welcome!"
Still continuing to hold the athame towards the ground, Grandma began to walk the perimeter of the circle, enclosing everyone within it. She paused when she reached the East and spoke again, "Oh winds of the East, in the name of the Goddess I do summon thee forth! Cast they blessing upon the magick which shall be worked here tonight. Hail and Welcome!"
Every eye was upon her as she continued to walk. The energy seemed to grow, as if a tangible bubble was closing around them, containing the energy within it. It was a strange, yet familiar and comfortable feeling that none of them could make sense of. Sabriena was watching Tien with rapt attention as he nearly let his eyes close, breathing deeply and calmly as that energy flowed through his system.
"Oh fire of the South, in the name of the Goddess, I summon thee forth! Bringer of strength and power, aid us so that our ritual will be binding and powerful. Hail and Welcome!"
Jenny smiled at Piccolo as Grandma walked to stand behind them. She entwined her fingers with his, mouthing the words as Grandma spoke them, "Oh water of the West, in the name of the Goddess I do summon thee forth! Join us in your drowning strength in performing this most powerful of rituals. Hail and Welcome!"
Grandma continued until she was back at the Northernmost part of the circle again and turned to face the center of the circle. "Oh Spirit, wild and free, in the name of the Goddess I do summon thee forth! Complete our circle and stay with us during this ritual and grant me thy Goddess' power. Hail and Welcome!"
There was a collective shiver in the group as the circle casting was completed. There was something different about Grandma as she stood there, looking at them all once again. She seemed more powerful, more intimidating than she had before, but not in a way that made them feel uncomfortable. If anything, every person in the circle felt incredibly safe and protected in that moment.
"Drawing down the moon is a ritual chant which invites the Goddess' energy into yourself. It is then that the Charge of the Goddess is recited, as though the Mother is speaking herself," Grandma explained. "It can be a very powerful experience and one that is different for everyone. Channeling the Goddess should never be done without perfect love, perfect trust, and respect."
Grandma put the athame away and crossed her arms over her chest, standing with her feet together and raised her face to the moon that hung directly overhead.
"Goddess of the Moon, You have been known by many names in many lands in many times. You are universal and constant. In the dark of night, You shine down upon us and bathe us in Your light and love. I ask You, O Divine One, to honor me by joining with me, and allowing me to feel Your presence within my heart."
Goku blinked as the weirdest sensation came over him. It was as if there was a presence in the circle now, powerful and ancient, but warm, comforting, loving. A pure love, like that of a mother for her children. It nearly brought tears to his eyes and he bowed his head, closing his eyes, breathing deeply. Oh, he could get lost in that presence, whatever it was.
The voice that spoke next was one that no one in the circle recognized, for it sounded different to each of them. Some of them heard Her as a fierce warrior, others heard Her voice like the loving comfort of a mother, some heard Her speak like a welcoming friend, and to others, She sounded like a wizened old crone.
"Whenever ye have need of anything, once in the month and better it be when the moon is full,
then shall ye assemble in some secret place, and adore the spirit of me, I who am Queen of all witches.
There shall ye assemble, ye who are fain to learn all sorcery, yet have not won its deepest secrets;
to these will I teach all things that are as yet unknown.
And ye shall be free from slavery; and as a sign that ye be truly free, you shall be naked in your rites;
and ye shall dance, sing, feast, make music and love, all in my praise. For mine is the ecstasy of the spirit,
and mine also is joy on earth; for my law is love unto all beings.
Keep pure your highest ideals; strive ever towards them, let nothing stop you or turn you aside.
For mine is the secret door which opens upon the Land of Youth, and mine is the cup of the wine of life,
and the Cauldron of Cerridwen, which is the Holy Vessel of Immortality. I am the gracious Goddess,who gives the gift of joy unto the heart of man.
Upon earth, I give the knowledge of the spirit eternal; and beyond death, I give peace, and freedom,
and reunion with those who have gone before.
Nor do I demand sacrifice; for behold, I am the Mother of all living, and my love is poured out upon the Earth.
Hear the words of the Star Goddess, the dust of Whose feet are the hosts of Heaven, whose body encircles the universe:
I who am the beauty of the green earth, and the white moon among the stars, and the mystery of the waters, and the desire of the heart of man.
I call upon thy soul to arise and come unto me. For I am the soul of Nature, who gives life to the Universe.
From me all things proceed, and unto me all things must return; and before my face, beloved of gods and of men, let thine innermost divine self be enfolded, in the rapture of the infinite.
Let my worship be within the heart that rejoices, for behold, all acts of love and pleasure are my rituals.
Therefore, let there be beauty and strength, power and compassion, honor and humility, mirth and reverence within you.
And thou who thinketh to seek for me, know thy seeking and yearning shall avail thee not, unless thou knoweth the mystery; for if that which you seek, you find not within yourself, you will never find it without.
For behold, I have been with thee from the beginning; and I am that which is attained at the end of desire."
No one dared to make a sound in that moment. Most of them had their head bowed and eyes closed or were staring up at the moon in a sense of awe. Grandma had been right – this was a powerful, intense experience. It was as though the energy of the Great Mother Goddess had enveloped them all in her perfect embrace, protecting them, strengthening them.
Their every fear, every worry, was gone from their minds. Not a one of them felt stress, or anger, or nervousness as they sat quietly together in that circle. It was beyond amazing.
They stayed there for a long while, in a span of time that seemed to last forever but was over in a breath.
It was Grandma's own voice that spoke again next. "Goddess I ask thee to protect all those within this circle tonight. They are the protectors of this world, the earth's fiercest warriors, who selflessly give their all to defend their home. Guide them in their training. Protect them in battle. Strengthen their bonds of friendship and family, for without each other they cannot survive. This is my will, by Earth, Air, Fire, and Sea. With harm to none, So Mote It Be."
Piccolo leaned over to Jenny, whispering in her ear, "We should have convinced Dende to come with us. He would have enjoyed this."
Jenny gave a nod, thinking of her brother-in-law. He was always so busy watching over the earth. He would've appreciated something like this.
Grandma closed the circle, walking the opposite direction she'd walked before, releasing each of the directions with a "Hail and Farewell!" She smiled, "Everyone head on home now. Remember tonight is the wedding night of the God and Goddess. ALL acts of love and pleasure honor them," she not so subtly reminded them. She shook her head, staring at the fire for a moment. "Oh! And I nearly forgot. The ashes from the Beltane fire are protective and are good for fertility for gardens. I'll send some to each of you in the next couple days once the fire's gone out." She huffed and muttered, "I still can't believe none of you had the guts to go skyclad when you jumped the fire."
"Skyclad?" Gohan asked.
Lindsey had to stop herself from rolling her eyes. "Naked," she explained.
Gohan snickered before he muttered, "Trunks and I really thought Dad might do it."
Vegeta grabbed Bulma up, pulling her to him, and smothered her mouth with his own as her eyes fluttered shut.
Trunks gagged. "Ugh! Parental public display of affection!" He grabbed Catie's hand and started pulling her towards the edge of the yard, shouting goodbye to their friends.
He paused when he saw Goku standing there, looking longingly at the fire. A smirk pulled at Trunks' lips. "Do it, man. You know you want to."
Goku blinked and laughed nervously at him. "Yeah, but man, I don't want Chichi to get mad."
They both glanced over at the table. Chichi was messing with her purse, not paying attention to anyone in the yard.
"She's distracted," Catie whispered. "Go for it."
Goku drew a long breath through his nose before his hands went to the belt tied around his waist and he dug his toes into the cool grass beneath his feet. His boots had been kicked off some time ago, his shirt removed during the fire spinning. He didn't know why, but he just felt that he had to do it. Something about hearing the Goddess' voice, like She was speaking directly to him… He just had to.
Catie gave out a whoop as Goku quickly peeled his pants off and ran across the yard, jumping through the flames and landing on the other side. His heart was racing, flooding with an excitement he hadn't felt in a long time. Good Gods, that was liberating. He stood on the other side of the fire, beaming proudly as Trunks and Catie shouted their encouragement. Lindsey had her face buried in Gohan's arm, muttering, "What has been seen cannot be unseen. What has been seen cannot be unseen," as Gohan clapped a hand to his face.
Sabriena wolf-whistled at Goku. "Lookin' good, sexy!" she called as Kenna raked the Saiyan with her eyes in a predatory way.
A smirk pulled at the redhead's lips as she leaned over to Sabriena, "If he gets tired of jumping that fire, he can certainly jump me."
Sabriena's eyes went wide as she turned to Kenna, "Oh my god. I know, right?!"
Kenna giggled and headed off to find her sister, who was talking to Yamcha at the edge of the yard.
Goku was feeling fantastic, contemplating jumping the fire again when a blood-curdling scream ripped through the night, making his heart sink.
"GOKU! I TOLD YOU NO!" Chichi screamed as she started to march across the yard towards her husband.
"I'm sorry, Chichi! I just had to do it at least once!" Goku tried to explain, holding his hand up innocently. Oh, this wasn't going to end well. Chichi was raging mad, her face starting to turn red as she stomped up next to him.
"WHAT DID I TELL YOU MISTER?! NO ONE WANTS TO SEE THAT! YOU"VE COMPLETELY EMBARASSED ME!" she shrieked, grabbing him by the ear and marching him across the yard to pick up his clothes. "What are we, NUDISTS? ARE WE NUDISTS GOKU!? God, I swear you just don't THINK do you!? What do you have to say for yourself? Did you think it was FUNNY?!"
Goku tried to shrink away from her as he pulled his pants back on. "Aww come on Chichi! She said it was clothing optional. I didn't mean to embarrass you! I just… after hearing the Goddess speak, I just felt like I had to, ya know?" He gave her a big grin, praying she'd let the issue drop. He'd had a wonderful evening – he didn't want it to end poorly.
"I am so disgusted with you!" Chichi huffed through clenched teeth. "You are IMPOSSIBLE."
Grandma had seen enough of that woman already. From turning her nose up at the traditional feast to chastising the girls for their outfits and now this? Nothing seemed to please this woman and she was annoyingly vocal about it. Grandma marched across the lawn and grabbed Chichi's arm as Goku was preparing to answer his wife. "Might I have a word with you, dear," she said kindly, without question. She walked across the lawn with Chichi, reading the feelings from the younger woman. There was so much anger and rage in this woman.
"You shouldn't be so mad at your husband," Grandma said. "It was my fault for putting the idea in his head. I forget how conservative some people can be." She halted their walking and turned to face Chichi. "Your anger is going to eat you alive from the inside out. You must learn to control yourself, or you are going to regret it, my dear. You will lose everything you claim to love."
Chichi was already boiling mad from Goku making a fool of her, and this woman wasn't helping at ALL, "Listen here, GRANDMA, The only thing I regret is thinking Goku had enough sense in that big head of his to actually use some common sense and know what NOT to do in public. I REGRET bringing him to this party in the first place, I knew he couldn't behave himself! I should have known better than come to a party for devil worshipers! You listen up and you listen good, I don't need your advice on how to handle MY husband, I can do that just fine. The only thing eating me alive is how STUPID that man can be at times! It shouldn't matter if you tell him its ACCEPTABLE to walk around NAKED. He should use some COMMON SENSE like a NORMAL person does and NOT DO IT!"
Grandma kept her expression one of polite interest as she realized there was no reasoning with this woman. "Pardon, dear, but you seem to have a hair out of place," Grandma smiled and reached out to pluck a single strand of long, black hair from Chichi's head. "Perhaps you should take your husband home so you can keep him under lock and key, just the way you like it." She leaned a little closer, locking her eyes on Chichi, "But I'd be cautious if I were you. The law of three applies to everyone, whether you believe or not."
Chichi rolled her eyes, she didn't know what a law of threes was, but it certainly didn't mean anything, not to her. "Don't you dare threaten me, Witch. I'm certainly not scared of all your voodoo." She growled and turned on her heel, "Like I'll let my impressionable husband see any of you or your prostitute granddaughters again. COME ON GOKU WE'RE LEAVING!"
Goku blinked at her, he knew she was angry, but it wasn't nice to leave the party without thanking the hosts, he smiled and nodded, "Just a sec Chichi!" He walked past her over to the grandmother, oblivious to Chichi's shouting at him to not go near the older woman. He just laughed it off as he stood in front of her, rubbing the back of his head, "Sorry about that! It was a great party, ma'am! Thanks for having us over."
"It was my pleasure, dear," Grandma beamed at him. "At lease someone finally got into the spirit of things!"
Goku laughed. "We'll have to do it again sometime!" He winced at the loud, NOT EVER that was shouted at him and he just shook his head and waved to every one else as he turned to head home with Chichi, vanishing in a second with his instant transmission.
McKenzie tipped her head to the side, "Did she just call us whores?"
"Prostitutes is the word I think she used," Kenna answered.
The twins looked at each other and shrugged, giggling.
Jenny worked her jaw back and forth as she stood on the porch, holding her daughter who had been sleeping inside the house. She and Piccolo had tried to leave Paige and Alice at home with Dende, but Paige had demanded to come along.
Jenny stared at the empty space where Goku and Chichi had just been; Piage's tiny hands clapped over her own ears and her face screwed up, "Bad lady."
Jenny nodded and looked over at Lindsey, "As if she needed Goku's help to embarrass her. Sorry Gohan, your mom's a bitch."
Paige tilted her head at Jenny, lowering her hands from her ears to clap them together, "Bitch!"
Jenny laughed and rubbed her nose against Paige's, "That's right Paige! That woman's a bitch!"
"JENNY!" Piccolo barked. "Don't teach her words like that!"
Gohan groaned and covered his eyes with his hand as Lindsey nearly doubled over in laughter. "We'll just set Paige on her!" she cried, wrapping her arms around her belly. "Oh… oh gods… Don't make me laugh."
"Well, now," Grandma said, "Let's not let this ruin the evening. Go on home, everyone, and enjoy your night. As for me, I need a stiff drink." She turned to go back in the house, casting a stern glace at Leelee as she passed. She could feel an overwhelming sense of guilt from the girl and she couldn't help but wonder what on earth she'd gotten into in the past hour or so that could have turned her mood so suddenly.
Sabriena sauntered over to Tien, who was watching Yamcha as he flirted with Kenna and McKenzie. He was really laying it on thick, trying to convince both women to go home with him.
Sabriena was still wearing the sheer bellydancing outfit, the bells on her ankles and waist jingling melodically. "So what'd you think?" she smiled up at Tien. "Aside from Chichi, wasn't this fun?"
It certainly had been quite the night. Very enlightening. He had to swallow as he looked at Sabriena. He really, really wanted to follow the grandmother's advice, but not here. Not in front of everyone. He was out of his element here. He smirked at her, nodding, "I'll admit, I had more fun than I thought I was going to. You... ah... going to spend the night at the cabin tonight?" he asked, praying he didn't sound too hopeful.
She shook her head. "Nah, don't wanna wear out my welcome since I stayed there last night," she grinned. "I'm gonna head on to Capsule Corp. It's late - I need to get to bed. And I need a shower. I'll see you in the morning, though, right?" She didn't trust herself to go to his cabin that night. The image of him under the waterfall was burning in her mind and now she could still see him spinning the fire, the flames showing off his every perfectly carved muscle... No, she was definitely not going to his cabin that night, on the biggest fertility holiday of the year. She couldn't have a one night stand with her teacher. There was too much at stake to do that.
Tien wilted a little bit at that, disappointed that she wouldn't be coming home with him that night, but he didn't let it show. He brushed it off, snickering, "If you haven't worn out your welcome yet, I think you're safe. Bright and early, 6am. We have a lot of work to catch up on."
She looked down at herself and wiggled her hips, jingling the bells again. "I'm so keeping this outfit," she giggled.
He nearly lost his head when she said she was keeping that outfit. It fit her almost too well. It was probably for the best she wasn't coming home with him. They would be caught up in the moment and might do something they regretted. Well, he might not regret it, but she might regret...and then he would regret it if she did. He just smiled at her, "It looks good on you," he said simply, honestly. "Have a good night, Sabriena."
"Goodnight!" she said cheerily, a wide smile splitting her face. She trotted across the yard to Catie and Trunks, waving at Tien as she went.
Grandma stood on the porch, watching the exchange between them. Tien turned and she caught his eye. She shook her head slowly at him. One of the earth's strongest warriors, who had fearlessly faced enemy after enemy, given his life to protect the people of earth, and here he was, completely and utterly terrified of a beautiful young woman.