With a soft sigh, Sanzo burrowed deeper into the pillows. Sunlight leaked
through the curtains, causing his headache to flair even higher. What the
hell had happened last night?
Behind him was a warm pressure, one Sanzo knew from experience. The pattern of the soft breathing confirmed that it was Goku, who was curled against his side. A moment passed before Sanzo's mind began to catch up with the clues.
One, his lover was larger and heavier than before. Two, it felt very odd to lie on his stomach like this. Three, hadn't they been in the woods last night?
Shoving himself up, Sanzo looked at himself.
Fuck. It hadn't been a dream.
Eyeing the breasts that decorated his chest like it was their fault, Sanzo rolled out of bed. It took a second to correct his balance, and he looked around the room.
They were back at the inn. On the table across the room, there was a note and his gun. Walking over to it, already observing how this new form moved, Sanzo quickly grabbed his gun and looked it over. After he had determined that both the weapon and its ammunition were fine, he put it away. Only then did he pick up the note.
/Sanzo-chan,
Since the woods are such awful things for sleep, I brought you here. The inn is yours, as the innkeeper took off crying about blonds and guns. I took the liberty of adding a few things towards your wardrobe. Can't have a high priestess of the gods looking like a rag mop, now can we? /
Sanzo took a moment to grit his teeth. Once he stopped growling, he continued.
/Anyway, get use to your new form. Everything will move differently. Officially, I'm not supposed to lend aid. /
A snort from the blonde. "Sure, hag. As if I believe that would stop you."
/But I'll make sure that nothing happens to your companions for the next few days. Take at least one to get your balance back. And don't forget to enjoy the benefits of your new form. ;. Don't do anything I wouldn't.
The Merciful Goddess/
Rolling his eyes, Sanzo dropped the letter. "Don't do anything she wouldn't? That doesn't leave a hell of a lot." He looked around. This room was too small for what he needed. He would have to look around.
Glancing back at Goku, Sanzo guessed that he'd sleep for about another half- hour. More than enough time to look the place over.
Then the blonde made his way out the room.
///
Goku woke to the smell of eggs being cooked. Like any normal day, he got up and followed his nose.
It led him down the stairs and to the kitchen. Yawning as he wandered towards food, he wondered about the strange dream he had had the night before. One that he was never going to share with Sanzo, for numerous reasons. The top two of those were he liked living, and he enjoyed his time with Sanzo.
But as he stepped into the room, Goku froze, eyes going wide. There was Sanzo, his normal cup of coffee next to him, a cigarette in one hand, and the newspaper being supported by the other.
Only Sanzo wasn't a 'he.'
A minute or two passes as Goku did nothing but stare at the now female monk. He might have stared longer, but he was forced to dodge the paper fan that flew his way.
"It's not polite to stare. Now eat."
Stunned, Goku made his way to the table and began to eat, stealing side glances at Sanzo's new body. And it was clearly shown off by the black leather top the blonde typically wore under his robes. In fact, Goku was so distracted that it took him longer than normal to realize that they were at the inn.
"Sanzo?"
"What?"
"Weren't we in the woods last night?"
"The bitch goddess brought us here."
"Why?"
A vein popped up in Sanzo's forehead. "Because she thinks I need practice moving in this.... This...." The sentence ended in a snarl, and Sanzo waved at himself.
"Oh." Goku paused. "She's right. You don't move right in that body."
"I know," hissed Sanzo. "Trust me, I don't need that hag to tell me that. That's why we are going to work on my balance as soon as you're done eating." With that, Sanzo stood.
"Actually, you're taking too long. I'm going to be in the main room. Be ready to spar."
Goku stared as Sanzo rose and gracefully left the room. Gold eyes followed the gentle sway of the rounded hips Sanzo now had. There was no doubt that Sanzo didn't mean to move like that, but Goku wasn't going to not enjoy it. Who knew how long it would take for Sanzo to get his rightful shape back?
Wiping the drool off his chin, Goku applied himself back to the food. If he was going to spar against Sanzo, he'd better be a full strength.
///
After he had finished eating, Goku made his way towards the main room of the inn. If he remembered correctly, that was the room that had had the incredible view of the lake. That side of the room had been covered in expensive glass windows, and Goku was glad that the inn stood on the outskirts of town, with no buildings between it and the view. That meant it was much less likely that anyone would be looking in. Especially if the innkeeper's source of extra income had been known in town.
And it was those windows that let him see one of the most awe inspiring things of his life.
Then inn faced the wrong way for the sun to be shining directly though the windows, but the lake acted like a mirror, reflecting the light directly into the room. It wasn't as bright as if the sun was right there, but it lit up the room quite well. And it outlined the slender form that moved in the room.
Sanzo didn't react to Goku's presence as first, and that allowed the younger man a moment to watch his lover as he moved through the graceful dance of battle. Already, Goku could see changes in the way Sanzo held himself. There was less force used, replaced by a more flowing style. It seemed to Goku that Sanzo would have a better chance by simply moving out of the way of a strike or redirecting the force behind the blow, versus actually taking it and shrugging it off as he normally did.
Still, the new grace that Sanzo moved with wasn't what stunned Goku, though it was part of it. As Sanzo moved, his hair flowed around him, now at least waist-length. The reflected sunlight caught those pale strands and made them glow. More light traced out the soft curves that now made up the blonde's form, making a golden aura around his body. The normally pale skin took on the same golden tone, shocking against the black top and blue jeans Sanzo wore.
"Are you going to stare all day, or do you actually plan on doing some type of work?"
Starting at Sanzo voice, Goku quickly joined the other in the room, slipping easily into his own katas. Even though he had been a natural fighter, Goku had been forced to take the same martial arts lessons available to all the monks at the temple. At first he had been resistant, but Sanzo only had to point out that he couldn't risk taking someone untrained out into the field with him. That was why Goku, complaining the entire time, had finally given in and taken the training.
Now he slid into the forms easily, moving beside Sanzo with practiced grace. After he had gotten the initial training, Sanzo had actually begun to appear at practice. He had never said anything, just started showing up and working alongside Goku. That said, more than anything, that Sanzo was going to let Goku follow him on missions.
It didn't take long for the pair to finish their respective katas, and then Sanzo slid into a back stance. Goku took on a more aggressive stance, his eyes locked on Sanzo. It was extremely weird to be the taller of the pair, but it didn't cause Goku to lower his guard at all. He was used to being the short one, and he knew what kind of damage he could do. Not to mention that Sanzo was currently in a female body. While still a male mentally, it was a fact that Sanzo would use any tactic needed to win. That's why the man was still alive.
"Let's go," Sanzo snarled, and Goku attacked.
///
"Well," Goku said as he sank into the hot water. "At least we've worked your balance back to close to normal. You move like you are comfortable in that form."
"Ch," was the reply as Sanzo slid over so Goku wouldn't land on him. His hair, much longer than he was used to, was piled messily on top of his head. Tendrils dangled down into the water. It had been surprising that there was no shower attachment with the tub, but, since they were the only one here, Sanzo and Goku had both done just a quick rinse off from a bucket before sliding into the hot water. Both were sore from all the practicing they had done earlier.
Now, as the hot water began to relax his muscles, Sanzo thought about how it felt to move in this new body. The center of gravity was much lower. That fact had been much of the problem. So much of how he had moved had been set for a higher balancing point. Once that had shifted, he had not been able to move in the way he was accustomed to. However, now that he had spent the morning, and most of the afternoon, forcing his body to adjust, he moved much easier. And, thankfully, his top had been tight enough to act as a binding for his breasts, so that had eased part of the balance issues.
The simple fact he had breasts disturbed Sanzo on so many levels.
He had adjusted to those as well. Had adjusted to all of those minor changes that wouldn't have seemed so important, but added up to make a hell of a difference. The shape of his hips, the added weight and movement of the breasts in a place he wasn't expecting it.
At the moment, though, the changes in his body didn't really bother him. Most of the agitation Sanzo had felt at the gender change was complete helplessness he felt in the body. Not that he didn't hate the idea of that bitch just changing his entire world like that, but he could adapt if given time. If he couldn't defend himself, that meant he was dependent on Goku, and that was just too weird.
Though, Sanzo thought to himself as he glanced over at the other man, Goku was acting odd. The sparring session had gone all right, but now there was something in Goku's expression that made Sanzo pay closer attention to the boy than he normally did. It took a moment or two of concentration, but Sanzo figured out what that look in Goku's eyes was.
Hunger.
"Like what you're staring at, bakasaru?"
Goku started, but didn't even look guilty as he continued to eye Sanzo. "It's just so different to see you like that, that's all." He shrugged. "I don't know how to explain it."
Now that was a feeling Sanzo didn't like. He was not going to be jealous over himself. Still, it was an uneasy idea that Goku might prefer this body over his natural one.
"It's not that." Golden eyes locked with violet, and it took a moment for Sanzo to realize he had spoken the last bit out loud. That was a sign of just how much he had been rattled by this whole issue. Normally he never would have let something like that slip. "You are you. No matter what you look like on the outside, you're still Sanzo. And that's who I want to be with. Not some guy or girl. With you."
Sanzo actually felt his chest tighten as the sappy words spilled from Goku's mouth. Damn these female hormones. That was his only excuse for what happened.
When Goku reached over to brush aside a piece of fallen blonde hair, Sanzo snagged his hand. Then he used it to draw the brunette over for a deep kiss, one that Goku eagerly returned. For the first time, Sanzo discovered what it was like to be the smaller one in the embrace. Finally, they broke apart.
"Goku."
"Yah?"
"We're going in as a woman and her boy toy. Want to practice?"
For a moment, Goku looked at Sanzo blankly, and then a leer broke across his face. His answer came in the form of a kiss. As they were in the bath, things proceeded rather predictably from there.
///
Sanzo was sore. But it was a very interesting type of sore.
As he rose rather stiffly from the bed, he looked down with a faint smile as Goku immediately took over the newly opened space. His lover had good reason to be tired. Last night had been very interesting, and Sanzo's smile turned into a smirk as he realized that this body did have some benefits. Including an amazing amount of stamina.
Still, as much as he wouldn't mind reliving last night again, there were still things to be done to get his other two idiot companions. One of which was to disguise Goku somehow. There was no way in hell anyone was going to recognize him as Genjo Sanzo, but Goku still looked the same, and he was sure that this Genma would have a good description of both of them. So, next plan of action was to find a new look for the saru.
Sanzo paused. An idea had just reared its ugly little head, and he wondered if he could pull it off. It would entail an amazing amount of work, but would definitely do the trick in hiding Goku in plain sight.
With a disgusted sigh, aimed at both himself and Goku, Sanzo dug around in his pile of clothing and pulled out his sutra. It was still early enough that he should have time to get this done before Goku woke up.
///
When Goku woke up, he knew something was wrong. There was something tight around his neck, while the familiar weight that normally rested on his head was gone. Startled, Goku shot upright in bed, only to pause when he saw Sanzo seated at the table across the room. Or, more importantly, what sat on the table in front of Sanzo.
Goku's diadem.
Instantly, Goku's hand reached up to touch his bare forehead. If he wasn't wearing his limiter, how come he was able to think? As he was trying to figure out what was going on, Goku felt something lightly brush the small of his back. Reaching back with the hand that wasn't touching his head, Goku grasped the tickling object.
It was hair.
Confused, Goku looked at Sanzo, who tossed a small object his way. Catching it, he realized that it was a small hand mirror. Lifting it, he stared at his reflection.
Golden cat eyes stared back at him from beneath a mass of shaggy brown hair. From that hair rose two pointed ears, and Goku saw fangs as his mouth gaped open. Looking closer at his teeth, he caught the glimpse of a slim collar. It was silver, set on a black velvet ribbon, and seemed to be held shut by the two ends curling about each other.
"Sanzo? What...?"
Slim fingers tracing the diadem, Sanzo answered Goku's unspoken question. "You were too easy to identify. I'm sure the innkeeper gave them a rather detailed description when they picked up the idiots. So, I did a little modification on your limiter. And this one," he tapped the gold, "can be melted down and used as money since we won't be able to use the card at a slave traders."
Whatever else Sanzo was about to way was lost as the blonde yawned. He stood, then moved next to the bed. "Move it, monkey. It takes a lot to modify a limiter. I am going to sleep for a while longer, at least until the shops are open. Then we are going to resupply. I don't want these forms connected with the two men who escaped capture by the slavers."
With that, Sanzo laid back down. Goku curled up around his lover, still intrigued by the way the hair moved against his back. If they had time, he could find uses for all of this hair.
Goku smirked as he dozed off again.
TBC....
Behind him was a warm pressure, one Sanzo knew from experience. The pattern of the soft breathing confirmed that it was Goku, who was curled against his side. A moment passed before Sanzo's mind began to catch up with the clues.
One, his lover was larger and heavier than before. Two, it felt very odd to lie on his stomach like this. Three, hadn't they been in the woods last night?
Shoving himself up, Sanzo looked at himself.
Fuck. It hadn't been a dream.
Eyeing the breasts that decorated his chest like it was their fault, Sanzo rolled out of bed. It took a second to correct his balance, and he looked around the room.
They were back at the inn. On the table across the room, there was a note and his gun. Walking over to it, already observing how this new form moved, Sanzo quickly grabbed his gun and looked it over. After he had determined that both the weapon and its ammunition were fine, he put it away. Only then did he pick up the note.
/Sanzo-chan,
Since the woods are such awful things for sleep, I brought you here. The inn is yours, as the innkeeper took off crying about blonds and guns. I took the liberty of adding a few things towards your wardrobe. Can't have a high priestess of the gods looking like a rag mop, now can we? /
Sanzo took a moment to grit his teeth. Once he stopped growling, he continued.
/Anyway, get use to your new form. Everything will move differently. Officially, I'm not supposed to lend aid. /
A snort from the blonde. "Sure, hag. As if I believe that would stop you."
/But I'll make sure that nothing happens to your companions for the next few days. Take at least one to get your balance back. And don't forget to enjoy the benefits of your new form. ;. Don't do anything I wouldn't.
The Merciful Goddess/
Rolling his eyes, Sanzo dropped the letter. "Don't do anything she wouldn't? That doesn't leave a hell of a lot." He looked around. This room was too small for what he needed. He would have to look around.
Glancing back at Goku, Sanzo guessed that he'd sleep for about another half- hour. More than enough time to look the place over.
Then the blonde made his way out the room.
///
Goku woke to the smell of eggs being cooked. Like any normal day, he got up and followed his nose.
It led him down the stairs and to the kitchen. Yawning as he wandered towards food, he wondered about the strange dream he had had the night before. One that he was never going to share with Sanzo, for numerous reasons. The top two of those were he liked living, and he enjoyed his time with Sanzo.
But as he stepped into the room, Goku froze, eyes going wide. There was Sanzo, his normal cup of coffee next to him, a cigarette in one hand, and the newspaper being supported by the other.
Only Sanzo wasn't a 'he.'
A minute or two passes as Goku did nothing but stare at the now female monk. He might have stared longer, but he was forced to dodge the paper fan that flew his way.
"It's not polite to stare. Now eat."
Stunned, Goku made his way to the table and began to eat, stealing side glances at Sanzo's new body. And it was clearly shown off by the black leather top the blonde typically wore under his robes. In fact, Goku was so distracted that it took him longer than normal to realize that they were at the inn.
"Sanzo?"
"What?"
"Weren't we in the woods last night?"
"The bitch goddess brought us here."
"Why?"
A vein popped up in Sanzo's forehead. "Because she thinks I need practice moving in this.... This...." The sentence ended in a snarl, and Sanzo waved at himself.
"Oh." Goku paused. "She's right. You don't move right in that body."
"I know," hissed Sanzo. "Trust me, I don't need that hag to tell me that. That's why we are going to work on my balance as soon as you're done eating." With that, Sanzo stood.
"Actually, you're taking too long. I'm going to be in the main room. Be ready to spar."
Goku stared as Sanzo rose and gracefully left the room. Gold eyes followed the gentle sway of the rounded hips Sanzo now had. There was no doubt that Sanzo didn't mean to move like that, but Goku wasn't going to not enjoy it. Who knew how long it would take for Sanzo to get his rightful shape back?
Wiping the drool off his chin, Goku applied himself back to the food. If he was going to spar against Sanzo, he'd better be a full strength.
///
After he had finished eating, Goku made his way towards the main room of the inn. If he remembered correctly, that was the room that had had the incredible view of the lake. That side of the room had been covered in expensive glass windows, and Goku was glad that the inn stood on the outskirts of town, with no buildings between it and the view. That meant it was much less likely that anyone would be looking in. Especially if the innkeeper's source of extra income had been known in town.
And it was those windows that let him see one of the most awe inspiring things of his life.
Then inn faced the wrong way for the sun to be shining directly though the windows, but the lake acted like a mirror, reflecting the light directly into the room. It wasn't as bright as if the sun was right there, but it lit up the room quite well. And it outlined the slender form that moved in the room.
Sanzo didn't react to Goku's presence as first, and that allowed the younger man a moment to watch his lover as he moved through the graceful dance of battle. Already, Goku could see changes in the way Sanzo held himself. There was less force used, replaced by a more flowing style. It seemed to Goku that Sanzo would have a better chance by simply moving out of the way of a strike or redirecting the force behind the blow, versus actually taking it and shrugging it off as he normally did.
Still, the new grace that Sanzo moved with wasn't what stunned Goku, though it was part of it. As Sanzo moved, his hair flowed around him, now at least waist-length. The reflected sunlight caught those pale strands and made them glow. More light traced out the soft curves that now made up the blonde's form, making a golden aura around his body. The normally pale skin took on the same golden tone, shocking against the black top and blue jeans Sanzo wore.
"Are you going to stare all day, or do you actually plan on doing some type of work?"
Starting at Sanzo voice, Goku quickly joined the other in the room, slipping easily into his own katas. Even though he had been a natural fighter, Goku had been forced to take the same martial arts lessons available to all the monks at the temple. At first he had been resistant, but Sanzo only had to point out that he couldn't risk taking someone untrained out into the field with him. That was why Goku, complaining the entire time, had finally given in and taken the training.
Now he slid into the forms easily, moving beside Sanzo with practiced grace. After he had gotten the initial training, Sanzo had actually begun to appear at practice. He had never said anything, just started showing up and working alongside Goku. That said, more than anything, that Sanzo was going to let Goku follow him on missions.
It didn't take long for the pair to finish their respective katas, and then Sanzo slid into a back stance. Goku took on a more aggressive stance, his eyes locked on Sanzo. It was extremely weird to be the taller of the pair, but it didn't cause Goku to lower his guard at all. He was used to being the short one, and he knew what kind of damage he could do. Not to mention that Sanzo was currently in a female body. While still a male mentally, it was a fact that Sanzo would use any tactic needed to win. That's why the man was still alive.
"Let's go," Sanzo snarled, and Goku attacked.
///
"Well," Goku said as he sank into the hot water. "At least we've worked your balance back to close to normal. You move like you are comfortable in that form."
"Ch," was the reply as Sanzo slid over so Goku wouldn't land on him. His hair, much longer than he was used to, was piled messily on top of his head. Tendrils dangled down into the water. It had been surprising that there was no shower attachment with the tub, but, since they were the only one here, Sanzo and Goku had both done just a quick rinse off from a bucket before sliding into the hot water. Both were sore from all the practicing they had done earlier.
Now, as the hot water began to relax his muscles, Sanzo thought about how it felt to move in this new body. The center of gravity was much lower. That fact had been much of the problem. So much of how he had moved had been set for a higher balancing point. Once that had shifted, he had not been able to move in the way he was accustomed to. However, now that he had spent the morning, and most of the afternoon, forcing his body to adjust, he moved much easier. And, thankfully, his top had been tight enough to act as a binding for his breasts, so that had eased part of the balance issues.
The simple fact he had breasts disturbed Sanzo on so many levels.
He had adjusted to those as well. Had adjusted to all of those minor changes that wouldn't have seemed so important, but added up to make a hell of a difference. The shape of his hips, the added weight and movement of the breasts in a place he wasn't expecting it.
At the moment, though, the changes in his body didn't really bother him. Most of the agitation Sanzo had felt at the gender change was complete helplessness he felt in the body. Not that he didn't hate the idea of that bitch just changing his entire world like that, but he could adapt if given time. If he couldn't defend himself, that meant he was dependent on Goku, and that was just too weird.
Though, Sanzo thought to himself as he glanced over at the other man, Goku was acting odd. The sparring session had gone all right, but now there was something in Goku's expression that made Sanzo pay closer attention to the boy than he normally did. It took a moment or two of concentration, but Sanzo figured out what that look in Goku's eyes was.
Hunger.
"Like what you're staring at, bakasaru?"
Goku started, but didn't even look guilty as he continued to eye Sanzo. "It's just so different to see you like that, that's all." He shrugged. "I don't know how to explain it."
Now that was a feeling Sanzo didn't like. He was not going to be jealous over himself. Still, it was an uneasy idea that Goku might prefer this body over his natural one.
"It's not that." Golden eyes locked with violet, and it took a moment for Sanzo to realize he had spoken the last bit out loud. That was a sign of just how much he had been rattled by this whole issue. Normally he never would have let something like that slip. "You are you. No matter what you look like on the outside, you're still Sanzo. And that's who I want to be with. Not some guy or girl. With you."
Sanzo actually felt his chest tighten as the sappy words spilled from Goku's mouth. Damn these female hormones. That was his only excuse for what happened.
When Goku reached over to brush aside a piece of fallen blonde hair, Sanzo snagged his hand. Then he used it to draw the brunette over for a deep kiss, one that Goku eagerly returned. For the first time, Sanzo discovered what it was like to be the smaller one in the embrace. Finally, they broke apart.
"Goku."
"Yah?"
"We're going in as a woman and her boy toy. Want to practice?"
For a moment, Goku looked at Sanzo blankly, and then a leer broke across his face. His answer came in the form of a kiss. As they were in the bath, things proceeded rather predictably from there.
///
Sanzo was sore. But it was a very interesting type of sore.
As he rose rather stiffly from the bed, he looked down with a faint smile as Goku immediately took over the newly opened space. His lover had good reason to be tired. Last night had been very interesting, and Sanzo's smile turned into a smirk as he realized that this body did have some benefits. Including an amazing amount of stamina.
Still, as much as he wouldn't mind reliving last night again, there were still things to be done to get his other two idiot companions. One of which was to disguise Goku somehow. There was no way in hell anyone was going to recognize him as Genjo Sanzo, but Goku still looked the same, and he was sure that this Genma would have a good description of both of them. So, next plan of action was to find a new look for the saru.
Sanzo paused. An idea had just reared its ugly little head, and he wondered if he could pull it off. It would entail an amazing amount of work, but would definitely do the trick in hiding Goku in plain sight.
With a disgusted sigh, aimed at both himself and Goku, Sanzo dug around in his pile of clothing and pulled out his sutra. It was still early enough that he should have time to get this done before Goku woke up.
///
When Goku woke up, he knew something was wrong. There was something tight around his neck, while the familiar weight that normally rested on his head was gone. Startled, Goku shot upright in bed, only to pause when he saw Sanzo seated at the table across the room. Or, more importantly, what sat on the table in front of Sanzo.
Goku's diadem.
Instantly, Goku's hand reached up to touch his bare forehead. If he wasn't wearing his limiter, how come he was able to think? As he was trying to figure out what was going on, Goku felt something lightly brush the small of his back. Reaching back with the hand that wasn't touching his head, Goku grasped the tickling object.
It was hair.
Confused, Goku looked at Sanzo, who tossed a small object his way. Catching it, he realized that it was a small hand mirror. Lifting it, he stared at his reflection.
Golden cat eyes stared back at him from beneath a mass of shaggy brown hair. From that hair rose two pointed ears, and Goku saw fangs as his mouth gaped open. Looking closer at his teeth, he caught the glimpse of a slim collar. It was silver, set on a black velvet ribbon, and seemed to be held shut by the two ends curling about each other.
"Sanzo? What...?"
Slim fingers tracing the diadem, Sanzo answered Goku's unspoken question. "You were too easy to identify. I'm sure the innkeeper gave them a rather detailed description when they picked up the idiots. So, I did a little modification on your limiter. And this one," he tapped the gold, "can be melted down and used as money since we won't be able to use the card at a slave traders."
Whatever else Sanzo was about to way was lost as the blonde yawned. He stood, then moved next to the bed. "Move it, monkey. It takes a lot to modify a limiter. I am going to sleep for a while longer, at least until the shops are open. Then we are going to resupply. I don't want these forms connected with the two men who escaped capture by the slavers."
With that, Sanzo laid back down. Goku curled up around his lover, still intrigued by the way the hair moved against his back. If they had time, he could find uses for all of this hair.
Goku smirked as he dozed off again.
TBC....