Disclaimer: I still don't own Dragonball Z!!

Signs…

Maybe I because of my troubles, I was in a sour mood. For the longest time I kept myself busy. Thinking I'll be to busy to sit and stop and just think.

My train ride back home was long because I actually had time to think about my life and everything in it. What did I want? I don't know. Is there more to my life than what I came to believe. Maybe there are 'supermen' out there for the Louis Lanes in the world. Always there for you, fly away far from your troubles. Strong dependable, maybe its just wishful thinking, or maybe I do need to get laid.

I make my way home, why, considering I don't have my keys go beyond reasonable logic. Was it the hope that somebody would rescue me?

My 'Superman'.

It's still raining, and I decided that when I get there to just sit in the hall way and wallow in my self-pity. I wasn't really excepting anyone to be there. Waiting for me.

And there he was, waiting at my door. My backpack sitting by his feet, and he was carrying something bundle up inside his coat. I hear a small meowing coming from inside.

"Patches?" I run up to him, he opens his coat and there is Patches, snuggled safely in his arms. I don't know what to say…I look up him with grateful eyes. He picks my bag off the floor and hands it too me. I'm completely soak and shivering from the cool air condition hallway. He takes his coat off and wraps it around me.

"Thank you, Mr. Briefs, sir" I don't know but it sounded really weird calling him that. He tells me not address him, as Mr. Briefs, or sir…

"…after all, we're engaged, Tyi dear…"

I laugh nervously, "I guess I did cause a scene…" I search through my backpack for my keys. Patches still purring in his arms.

I open my door to my apartment, and invite him in.

"Thank you for returning, Patches and my book bag" I say once again.

"I should thank you, for returning my wallet…" he smiles at me. I like his smile. Caring, beautiful face.

I shrug and offer him a cup of coffee, tea, or hot cocoa.

"Cocoa sounds nice" I hang his coat up

"It may not look like it, but it extremely comfortable" I usher him to my dark sofa chair. By the sedated look on his face he agreed with me.

"Yes it is…" his body relaxes even more; I guess the work like takes its toll on you. Patches, still in his arms, purrs contently as Trunks massages her soft furry head.

I quickly go change out of my wet clothes, into some sweats. I take a shower later.

He comments on my excellent taste in décor. I laugh. Taste, I have a curtain separating my 'bedroom' from the living room. It's called efficient living, or studio apartment. Restrictive living space.

"She really like you" I comment on patches still living it up in his lap.

He looks at me with those eyes anyone could just lose themselves in. So peaceful and something else…

"Well, I really like her…" he gives me a look that I'm not entirely sure I can explain it. A look just for me though. Not only that, he looks directly right at me when he used the word 'like'. Wishful thinking.  I'm not the type that reads too much into those things.

"So have we set a date yet?" he still giving me that grin, is he teasing me?

"Oh, hehe…that…listen… I can explain all of that…" and recall everything that happen, from finding the wallet, getting mugged, nearly crushed to death by a mob of employees, and the whole little boxing match with blondie.

By the time I was finish telling my story he and I were laughing until tears poured. It felt good to laugh for real.

"Still, have we set a date, yet…I like to know when we will be getting together to tie the knot…" still that grin on his face.

"Well, I…I don't know…see…"

I can see the mischief in that grin of his

"Well, how about we discuss it over dinner, tomorrow night around seven…I'll pick you up quarter till."

Straight to the point. Very forward.

"Sure why not…after all I practically announced that we're engaged…and we're not…I guess I should make it up to you…"

"Cool, I'll see you tomorrow night," he gets up much to patches disliking.

"I did try calling, but your phone…"

"Yeah, disconnected. I didn't pay the bill this month, but lucky me, I got that gas bill off. Gotta set those priorities."

He laughed again.

"Thank you Tyi for wonderful cup of coco, and making my day, here…"

He gives me his number. "Call me…my I have yours…"

"Sure, here's my cell number too" I quickly scribble down my home phone, and my cell.

I hope he can read my hurried handwriting.

"Good-bye, Tyi, see you tomorrow night." I stand there in the hallway and until he's gone. I'm still standing there.

 Bye Superman, come to think about he does look like Clark Kent with those big geeky glasses on, but he took them off and left them on my coffee table!  Well if he wants them he can come and get them…I'm not going through that again.

Oh my, gosh, I need to find something to wear!

Earth boys are easy…

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So she got patches back…Review please!!