All right! Here it is! The second chapter to my Goku/Mako fic. Honesty, I wasn't really going to continue with this fic. But after your demands and (cough) threats (cough) to my person should I not, I figured, whatever.

DISCLAIMER: Read previous chapter. HAH!

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As she opened up the café the nest morning, Mako couldn't help but think back to the guy who had shown up late last night. And effectively thrown her world upside down.

Goku Son. There was just an innocence and kindness about him that wasn't found in other guys. He wasn't arrogant, selfish, or rude. A little naïve perhaps, but it was a good quality in a male.

He also liked fighting. A VERY attractive quality, as it was also something she greatly enjoyed. Most guys wont date a woman who could beat you up.

Some people might consider it rash to just invite a complete stranger to come live with you. But after only a few minutes after meeting him… his innocence was just overwhelming. In a way, he reminded her of Usagi. He was the kind of person who could make a friend out of their worst enemy. (1)

He would come back. She was sure of it, and he wasn't the kind of person to go against his word. As for the apartment… she really did need a roommate! She didn't really need help with the rent, but a roommate would still be nice. She wasn't about to let a convenient opportunity pass her by.

But then she had yet to convince him to move into her apartment yet. Though she got the distinct feeling he didn't have a place yet. He was such a sweet guy… Crap! What if he was already in a relationship? Crap! Why didn't she think about that? CRAP!

Sending herself into a plight of worries, every negative aspect of this came to mind all at once. Forcefully, she calmed herself down. If he were in a relationship, he would have said something. He wasn't the type to go beating around the bush.

Setting everything up in the kitchen, she flipped the open sign at the window and unlocked the door. Ready for customers. She hoped he was nearby. She wanted to see him soon.

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Approximately five stories above the café, stretched out across the little yellow cloud, was one Son Goku, asleep on his back and snoring.

Slowly he awoke to the sun on his face. He tuned slightly to bury his face in the cloud, when his growling stomach woke to the smell of delicious food. And sent him into a mode of instant alertiveness.

Stretching his muscles, he sat up on kinto-un and looked around him, slightly bleary eyed. He was in a rather unfamiliar city. But then last night occurrence came back to mind. Making him smile.

The Dragon Balls brought him here. Mako, he recalled; the nice girl that had fed him last night. He still had to pay her for that too, he thought as he dug around in his pockets for his capsule that held his money.

She was a nice girl. Pretty too, he remembered. She had even been nice enough to offer him a place to stay. He was surprised at how high her ki was. With training, she might even possess the ability to surpass Krillan, who was the strongest human on the planet. There was definitely something different about her…

He would focus on that later. His first priority was food. Jumping down from his cloud, he landed softly on the walkway near the restaurant. Startling a few people that only saw someone jumping from the top of a tall building and landing without a scratch.

He walked into the café to see Mako hand an apron to another girl behind the counter who began to work quickly at the skillet. Waving in her direction, he watched her face light up as she walked around the counter to greet him.

"Goku!" She smiled at him. He was wearing the same kind of cloths he had been in yesterday. And he looked just as good. She was glad to see it wasn't all just a dream. "You here for some breakfast?"

"Please!" Goku exclaimed. The mere mention of food was enough to get his mouth watering. Mako laughed, apparently guessing the same thing. "Oh, and here's the money for last night's meal I forgot about." He handed her the several hundred zenni since he was never very good at math.

"Not a problem." She took the money, out of courtesy and put it in her pouch. Truthfully, she had completely forgotten about that herself. She went to the kitchen to get him some food. Wondering just how much food she should fix, if last night was of any consideration.

Lucky for her, and the rest of the patrons coming to the café that morning, Goku pulled out a small sack as she was leaving and took out a small bean. Breaking it carefully in half, he swallowed half of it. Satisfying some of his hunger. He knew what his stomach could to do a restaurant.

Mako came back out with a two pull platters, enough to feed six normal people. She smiled at the glazed look Goku got when he saw the food. Setting it down at the table, she once again took a seat across from him. "Oh, and you paid me a few hundred dollars too much." She blushed as she handed him the money back.

Goku pushed it back towards her. "Are you sure?" He asked as he looked at all the food. "You remember how much I ate last night?" They both laughed.

"How about you just work it off, then?" She offered. Goku smiled at her before bringing his attention back to the food. Unable to hold himself back anymore he began consuming at a rate that defied the other customer's beliefs.

Mako just laughed to herself at everyone's expressions. Taking a fork of her own, she randomly took a bit off his plate for herself. "So, tell me a bit about yourself."

"That's a long story." He thought to himself out loud after finishing the first platter of food. And also a story most people tended to disbelieve, when he thought back on all the times he had told it. Understandable, since most of the Z fighters preferred their privacy. "Where should I start?"

"How about the beginning?" She asked with a bit of a laugh. Evidently disbelieving that his life's story could be all that long.

"Okay." He grinned at her. "I guess it starts a few hundred miles southwest of South City, or Satan City. I was raised by my Grandfather, Son Gohan. I didn't have a normal education, living out in the wilderness. So he taught me martial arts, and how to defend myself and live off the land. He died when I was about seven I think."

Mako frowned at him. Remembering what it was like to grow up without any parents when she was younger.

"A few years later, I came across a woman named Bulma Briefs."

"Briefs? Of the Capsule Corporation?" She asked? Wondering what luck brought him to the richest woman on the planet.

"Yep." He nodded his head in confirmation. "She had me tag along with her on a little adventure of hers. Where we later came across Martial Arts Master Muten Roshi. He continued my martial arts training. And I spent the next few years training and fighting in martial arts tournaments."

'That would explain the money.' She thought to herself. "You certainly have lived an interesting life. Though it sounds like there's a lot more to those stories than your saying."

He just grinned widely at her. That was enough of an answer for her. "So what about yourself?" He asked. Now that he was done talking, he began polishing off the second platter of food.

"Well, I lost my own parents when I was really young myself. After that, I moved to Tokyo and finished my schooling, and made a few friends myself." She really couldn't tell him about her past career as a Sailor Senshi. Not that anyone would believe her. "After school, I went to a Culinary Arts school before I opened up my own café. And here I am." She motioned to everything around her.

They both fell into a comfortable silence while they both finished off the food. Goku patted his stomach, in his classic finished and full pose after a good meal. Mako stood up and gathered the platters, taking them back into the kitchen once she was finished.

After she came back out, she sat back down at the table with him. "So, have you thought about what we talked about last night?" She asked, trying not to sound too eager. Probably didn't pull it off but Goku didn't seem to notice.

"Umm… if your sure its not too much trouble…" He began, bringing his hand behind his head. He really would like to stick around here a while. Maybe train her some, and eat more of this delicious food of hers.

"Oh, Its no problem!" She exclaimed happily. She didn't think it would work out so well and so quickly. But hey, don't look a gift horse in the mouth.

"Okay, I just need to gather a few of my things and I'll be ready." He told her, while he went through everything in his mind that he would want to grab.

"Great! We can do that this afternoon. Tomorrow's Sunday, so I can close early and then I can show you around the city!" She could show him all sorts of things. Oh, not to mention sparring! She couldn't wait to fight him! If he had been in a lot of tournaments like he said he'd been, then she just might get a challenge.

They both stood up from the table. "Meet me out here at 4:00 okay?" she asked. Goku seemed to be counting silently in his head for a minute before he smiled and nodded his head.

After he'd walked out the door, Mako jumped up with a fist in the air. "Yes!"

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You know something? I have no idea where to go with this story. I do like the idea of continuing it, but I really don't know where to go with it. HELP!