Disclaimer: I own about 300 dollars worth of merchandice all bought in the last 8 months. I don't have a steady income. If you wish to sue me, I suggest that you think about how much money you've already stolen from my wallet. My Goku wallet that I spent money on to put money in.

Actually, I don't have a Goku wallet...I didn't have enough money. ;P Anyways, yeah. Sorry I haven't been updating much lately, I've been kinda busy. Just be glad that I haven't kept you hanging nearly as long as I did before my squeegie-rific update of last.

I get the feeling you guys really enjoy these nameless chapters, the ones where I leave the featured characters up to your imagination. I got a lot of response about the last one, about what a sweet Bulma-Veggiehead moment it was, or Bra and Goten, or Bulma and Gohan, or any other girl-boy combination you can get out of the 2 girls and 3 guys mention above. But my question is, how do you really know who it was?

Read, enjoy, review, and give yourself a hand.

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Petrified Tears
chapter 39


He was calling her name.

She could feel his fingers sliding along her cheek, sweeping her hair out of her eyes with a tenderness that she could barely remember, and could only consciously compare to her father's.

Her deep blue-indigo eyes fluttered open, and met his, eyes surprisingly clear and startlingly blue. She smiled at the knowledge that only two days ago, those same eyes were as black as her own. His fingers swept her bangs out of her face, giving her a playful smirk.

"It's late," he whispered, slipping an arm beneath her shoulders and the other behind her knees, scooping her up as he stood. Her arms instinctively went around his neck.

"I know," she murmured sleepily, starry-eyed, as he set her feet on the ground, leaving his other hand in the small of her back as he waited for her to steady herself. She pushed herself away from him and stretched. He smiled and walked towards his desk, pulling his blazer from the back of his swivel chair.

His form moved into silhouette as he moved in front of the wall of glass windows that backed his office. His profile was lined on his right side, glowing in flat, dull, near-colorless shades: the rich navy of his slacks and his blazer, the soft white of his shirt; the pale tan of the side of his face, the near-violet lilac of his hair; leaving the rest of his profile shaded with starless midnight.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" he asked, shoving one arm into a sleeve, reaching forward and pressing a button on his desk.

Behind him, one of the windows slid open, allowing a soft, refreshing breeze to sweep through the office, scattering random papers from their places on the floor and his desk, chasing them around the room. He stuffed his other arm into his blazer, throwing her the jean jacket they'd forgotten last night before she could even respond.

"You're kidding me."

He smirked as he walked closer to her, his features returning as he crossed towards her into shadow, caribbean eyes smiling playfully; a face that a bystander might mistake for cruel or vindictive, but that she recognized as teasing and mischievous.

Recognition sparked in her eyes, igniting a sparkle of life that made her aura glow, her face exploding into a smile that even her grandfather would have been envious of. She shoved her arms into her jacket, getting caught in the process. She threw her left shoulder forward, freeing the denim of its prison beneath itself, and shrugged the jacket into place.

"Let's go!"

"Wait."

She froze in midstride, stopping and turning to look back at him, her eyes quiet and curious. He had to laugh at her; her expression was pricelessly a perfect replica of her father, or her grandfather for that matter, aside from the gentle features she had inherited from her mother.

He clenched his hand in his pocket and a look of guilt passed over his face.

"What is it? What's wrong?"

He looked up at her, then walked two or three steps towards her. He pulled his hand out of his pocket and reached up, tying something to the top of her head.

"Flying would probably be easier if you could see where you're going."

Confused, she lifted her hand to the top of her head, and lighted it upon a scrap of material that she hadn't given a second thought to since she'd lost it. A smile touched her lips.

"I left in it your car, didn't I?"

He nodded, but didn't say anything as he steered her towards the window.

"It's been a long time, hasn't it?" she whispered as she stepped out onto the tiny ledge, facing him as he slammed his hand down on the button to close the window and barreled out of the office, slamming into her, catching her as she slipped backwards. Together, they laughed.

"Yeah, it has been a long time."

They rose slowly into the air, then took off, heading straight towards the full moon, zipping back and forth past each other, twirling in the air for the sheer joy of it, crossing back and forth, flying as high as they dared.

He laughed, rocketing upwards, hands thrust down by his sides, feet apart as he flew, eyes and head pointed to ram her in the stomach. She twisted out of the way with a grin and caught his ankle as he shot past her, dropping her ki completely, letting him drag her for as far as he dared.

As the moon grew larger and larger, they slowed but still played about in the moonlight, the two semi-saiyans growing tired and the hour growing late.

The forest was spread out beneath them, the moonlight glinting off of a large white dome. A small and modest capsule car was parked in front of the house.

"Could we? Or is it too late?" she called quietly over the air rushing past them as they soared over her house, careful to keep her voice quiet enough to keep from waking those in the quaint little house below.

He looked back at her and nodded.

Silently, a solemnity having fallen over them, they veered a hard right, and flew on into the night.

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A/N: Ok, yeah, it takes a lot to figure out who was in this chapter. Sue me. But if you don't, I'll give you the next chapter. ;P

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