(AN: I'm messing with Nira's pronouns. When it's talking about them doing something or present it's whatever gender they are at the time He/She but when it's talking about what they did or what they might do it's They/Their/Them)

Nira raced above the plains, holding his phone to his ear. "Can you see me? Am I close?"

"Uhh…" Gohan hummed from her phone. "Oh! Yeah, look to your right!"

The Morakian looked to his right to see Gohan's tiny form alongside Piccolo's. "Yep, there you are. Be there in sec." He pocketed his phone and sped up.

About three months earlier Gohan had graduated high school. It had been almost a year since the Buu fiasco and everyone was reveling in the peace. Those like Goku, Piccolo, Vegeta, and Nira didn't stop their training regimes, but Gohan's had slowly came to a stop, putting his only physical training to "Saiya – Man", and focusing entirely on his schoolwork. Vegeta had actually gotten a bit lax with training Trunks, though his son never passed up a spot of father – son bonding in the gravity chamber.

Meanwhile, Nira and Piccolo had continued their roles as teacher and student, always keeping their affections for each other a deeply buried secret. Piccolo knew of their "crush", but he was just waiting for it to burn out, as all silly crushes students got on their hot teachers did. Even if it did break his heart a little more every time they smiled that smile they reserved for him alone. But, ever the stoic, he kept his gaze cold and his mouth shut. He even tried to keep all physical contact to a minimum just so they couldn't read his mind. And if Nira ever felt hurt by that, they never let it show.

Nira's affections for Piccolo only grew, unfortunately. They found themself just grinning at the thought of him, even if it pulled down into a heartbroken frown every time. To be honest, they weren't bothered by the fact he was asexual. They found the pursuit of a strictly romantic relationship just fine, really. They were taught from an early age that no relationship needs to have sex to be valid.

But, they thought, Piccolo probably just wasn't interested in a relationship like that.

And so, they kept a tight lid on those affections, never pushing, never overstepping their boundaries.

Nira landed on the plains with grace, placing a hand on his hip. "'Sup." He hummed, offering a grin at Gohan then Piccolo.

"I thought your voice sounded deeper." Gohan chuckled. "Nice shorts by the way."

He looked down at his short shorts. It had been a horrible summer so far, full of heat waves not unlike the ones on Siccus. It was a familiar feeling, but he still had to pull a minimum for clothing if he didn't want to start sweating through all of his clothes. His shirt was even a baggy sleeveless crop top labeled in big purple letters "ROYALTY".

Nira snorted, "Thanks. So, why'd you haul my ass all the way out here?"

"Well, to be honest this didn't go at all as I planned." He jutted his thumb at Piccolo, who was staring at the ground to the left of Nira. "You see, I was planning on telling you two that I was getting married, since you two are a bit of a package deal. But I forgot Piccolo could read minds. I really wish I remembered that or I could've just stopped by then gone straight to Capsule Corp."

The Morakian blinked, recycling his words. "Oh!" he beamed, "You're getting married! To Videl, huh?"

Gohan nodded, shadowing his radiant smile. "Yep! I just proposed yesterday! And she said yes!"

Nira barked a laugh, one that sounded eerily like his mother's "har har". He pulled the halfling into hug. "Good job, man! You're pretty lucky to have her." He set him back on the ground, placing both fists on his hips. "So, humans have something called a wedding right? I read about it in a book. You're gonna have one of those?"

Gohan nodded, "Yep. We're still going to be setting up a date and everything. And we've got to figure out things like best man and ring bearer."

"Uh…" Nira coughed, flushing in embarrassment. "I'm afraid I lost you. What's a best man and ring bearer?"

"A ring bearer is a chosen family member or friend that brings the couple their rings to mark their marriage." Piccolo said, his first words since his pupil's arrival. "A best man is usually the grooms best friend. From what I understand there's also flower girls and maids of honors."

"Oh." The Morakian said, "Well, I think I get it. If I don't, I will soon." He sighed. "Well, have you told anyone else?"

"Yeah. Mom, dad, and Goten. Also Mr. Satan and Buu. I'm going to go tell Bulma and the other's after this." He checked his watch, then cursed. "Crap, I told Bulma I'd be at her house in ten minutes. I better get going. Sorry about this." He told Piccolo.

The Namek only nodded in understanding. "I wouldn't want to get her angry either. See you later, Gohan. And congratulations."

The Halfling grinned waving bye at the two before taking off.

Nira folded his arms, his ears drooping as he tried not to look at Piccolo. Love isn't all sunshine and happiness. It felt like something was always tearing their heart up.

"So, since we're here." He hummed, pushing those feelings away in their little drawer. "We can do some training." He offered, giving the Namek a forced grin.

Piccolo saw right through him, though. He shook his head. "No. Why don't you go home. You look like you need some rest."

Feeling that weight in his chest sink a bit lower, the Morakian nodded, "Alright." He gave the Namek another, albeit more tired, grin. "I'll… see you later, green man?"

"Of course." He reassured him.

Feeling a little hope seep through, Nira smiled before flying off.

When he felt that he wouldn't come back right away, Piccolo closed his eyes and sighed heavily. He hated seeing that look on the Morakian's face, and he especially hated how it was partially his fault it was there.

Damn, he was in trouble.

DBZ

Nira sat on the living room floor so she was in the sun, playing one of the multitude of Pokémon games Trunks had lying around. "Please… Please… Please…" she muttered as she watched the ultra ball twitch once… twice… three times… and… poof. "OH YEAH!" she crowed. "Gotcha Mesprit! Now I can finally go get Dialga."

"What was that all about?" Bulma chuckled walking into the living room.

"Pokémon." The Morakian said, giving her foster mother a crooked grin.

"Ah." She hummed, taking a seat on the couch. "You finally got Mesprit?"

"Yesssss." Nira hissed. "I caughtsss the preciousssssssss."

"I knew it was a mistake letting you watch Lord of the Rings with Vegeta. Now you both won't shut up."

Her grin turned evil. "Isssss the precioussss mad at ussss?"

Bulma threw a pillow at her. "Shut up, Gollum."

Nira easily batted the pillow away, laughing. As she returned to her game, Bulma continued. "So, Nira, I've been thinking…"

"Mhmm?" Nira hummed, turning her eyes back to the human.

"Well, don't take this the wrong way, but maybe it's time for you to move out?" When she saw the look on the Morakians face, she continued hurriedly. "Not far away! Just to the guest portion of the house. You'll get your own kitchen and everything. I can even get the cooks to make you stuff."

Nira continued to gaze coolly at her foster mother, turning onto her stomach and putting the 3DS to the side to give her her undivided attention. "What brought this about?" she asked evenly.

"Well, you've been heading out late at night and I thought maybe it was about time you got your own… privacy." Bulma explained, giving her a knowing look.

"Oh." Nira blinked, thinking it over. "Yeah, that actually sounds pretty nice now that I think about it." I'd really like to get a bit of rest now and again.

Bulma chortled. "Yeah, thought you might like that. You can take a tour when you're ready and we can move all of your stuff in if you want."

"Alright." Nira nodded, "I can… still come and hang out with you guys, right?" she mumbled shyly.

Bulma snorted. "Duh. If you didn't come to see Trunks I'm sure he'd go and hunt you down. Same here, by the way." She added, jabbing a manicured finger at her. "If I don't hear from you in a week, tops, I'm storming your fortress."

"Ehehehe." Nira giggled, turning on her back, soaking up the sun. "Good to know."

Bulma nodded, then a thought came to her. "Oh! Also, we have to find out an outfit for you for Gohan and Videl's wedding." She got on her feet. "Come on. We're going shopping."

"Right now!?" The Morakian whined, saving her game.

"Yep." The human hummed. "Put your game away and get those emergency shoes. I'll see you in the red hovercar in five."

"Which red hovercar!?"

DBZ

Nira relaxed on the lawn, wearing a similar outfit he wore on the day Gohan told him about getting married. It was a pleasant day out, sunny but not too hot. He laid on his stomach, reading one of the thicker volumes that was sitting on the Brief's bookshelf, his tail moving to either side of him now and again.

Speaking of Gohan, the Halfling was inside waiting for some of his college buddies to pick him up for a "bachelor party" whatever that meant. He couldn't be at his home near his parent's home out in the middle of nowhere so he skipped over here.

Nira yawned, turning a page. So far, this book had been really good, if not challenging at first. But he kept a dictionary close by in case he came across a word he wasn't familiar with.

"Awww." He cooed at the book. "Knew Tobias and Tris were going to get together. That's so cute. I wonder if one's going to die."

"Hey!"

The Morakian's ear twitched as he looked up from his book. He had been so engrossed in it that he hadn't heard the hovercar pull up, a few young males inside.

They leered down at the relaxing Morakian, drinking up the exposed brown skin.

"Yes?" Nira asked, saving his page.

"Say, is Gohan around here?" A blonde one asked, grinning. "He said to come for him at Capsule Corp."

"Hey, check it." Another whispered. "Didn't Gohan say he had a friend that had weird ears and a tail?"

"Yeah, but he said it was a she." The blond said back. "Is Gohan here or…?" he asked Nira, wiggling his eyebrows. "Not that we're in a hurry."

But Nira was already pulling out his phone, tapping into it with the pads of his thumbs. He waited for his friend's response before pocketing the device. "He should be coming out right away." He told the humans.

"Hey, if you're one of Gohan's friends, why don't you come with?" blondie asked.

"Not my thing." Nira hummed, looking down at his book. "Thanks, though."

Blondie's grin fell to a frown. "Aw, why not?" he grinned again. "I betcha have loads of fun."

"No thanks." Nira said again, more firmly.

Scowling, Blondie rolled his eyes. "Come on, are you some kind of prude?"

"Hmmm." Nira sat up, pulling out his dictionary. "Prude…."

Before the rude human could snap something, a familiar green figure landed on the ground, standing between the Morakian and the humans. With his body facing Nira, he gave the humans a frigid glare that sent shivers up their spines.

The Morakian looked up from his dictionary, a brilliant smile lighting up his face. "Hey, Piccolo."

Piccolo turned away from the humans, giving Nira one of his rare grins. He couldn't stop it when he saw the source of his romantic attractions radiant smile.

Just then Gohan came running out of the house. "Hey Nira! Hey Piccolo! Oh." He turned to face them. "Piccolo, you here to get your suit, right?"

Grin fading, Piccolo nodded "Yeah, yeah."

"Great!" the Halfling grinned. "See you later, guys!"

He hopped into the car and the humans were all too happy to get the H E Double Hockeysticks out of there.

Nira raised his brow at the Namek. "Suit?"

Grimacing, Piccolo sighed. "ChiChi would have a fit if I tried to go to her son's wedding in anything less than proper wedding attire." He spat.

Thinking about his tux and dress in his new closet, Nira chuckled into his hand at the thought of the Namek ever wearing anything other than his training gear.

"What's so funny?" Piccolo grouched, folding his arms.

Nira bit his tongue, still grinning. "Just can't imagine you wearing something like a tux, green man." He teased. "But why don't you make one for yourself?"

"ChiChi says she doesn't trust me to get it right, I have to go to Bulma or she'll find out." He grumbled.

"Living a year with that woman can probably put the fear of god in anyone." Nira snorted. "And I'm not talking about Dende."

Bulma stuck her head out. "Hey, Piccolo! ChiChi told me to be expecting you! Come on in!"

"Is it too late to run?" Piccolo muttered.

"Yep." Nira hummed. "Believe me, I tried."

"You too, Nira! You can help!"

Piccolo groaned as Nira giggled, tugging him to the door by the cape.