A/N: with the way 2020 is going I thought i should at least post a chapter before the end of the world lol

Seven

In which Black realizes how time flies.

He grew more intimate towards the human girl to the point where he had become an active participant during (what she called) their 'make-out sessions' with sucking lips, sweeping tongues and fleeting moans.

Ever since that incident at the waterfall, she apparently mistook that move for a full-blown approval to kiss him at night, in the morning and pretty much whenever she damn pleases —although she was preserved if someone was around, especially her father— and as shameful as it might sound he doesn't put much effort to stop her, rather he just accepts it…

The wind swooshes through the flowers at the lake, Chichi lying next to him, her upper half on top of his, her hand on his chest, her lips breaking apart from his with a sound only to peck him on the corner of his lips, then his jaw then nestles her head at the crook of his neck to release a content sigh making the fine hairs at the back of his neck stand stiff. His hand that had somehow ended up on the small of her back glide to settle at her shoulder, his body warmer than it should have been and he's sad to say that he even got used to the changes that came along with her touching him.

"Goku," she calls, her scent putting his body at ease. He would never admit out loud but he liked how she smelled.

"Hn?"

"I've been thinking… well, wondering…"

"About?"

She starts to move her finger in circles on his chest. "You..."

Of course.

"I mean, you never talk about your life before you came here… you never talk about yourself, in general, I hardly know anything about you."

Blegh, he already wants this conversation to end. "There's nothing you need to know."

She sits up, aggravated and he berates himself for missing her warmth. "Ugh, you can't be serious."

He was.

"Well, it's not fair, you know everything about me."

It's not like it ever was his intention, he was almost forced to know everything about her. He stares at the sky, ignoring her. She nudges him. "Goku!"

He sighs. "What is it that you want to know?"

"For starters, what did you do before you came here?"

"Trained."

"I know that but where?"

"Everywhere…"

"That can't be true, I know you were training with Master Roshi."

He turns to face her, probing himself on his elbows. "Why ask then?"

Chichi crosses her arms around her chest, looking determined. "Because I wanna know where you lived; if you have a house?"

"Why is that important?" why were they even having this conversation?

Her shoulders drop, she releases a heavy breath and asks, "Goku where are we going to live after we get married?"

"What's wrong with here?" was this what she was concerning herself with? His lips curve, almost sinisterly, foolish girl, he's not sticking around until then.

She looks dispirited at his response. "Nothing, it's just that I thought we'd move in into a house of our own, you know, become independent…"

"That's a silly sentiment. Why should we leave the luxury of this place?" he didn't understand the point of it, her father lived alone with only her and he had a palace big enough to fit both of them and more why would she want to move?

"Because we're getting married soon and most married couples move into a house of their own."

"Then we're not going to be like most married couples."

She pouts. "Fine! Forget it. it's too late to ask anyway."

He shrugs.

Chichi doesn't say anything after that, she lays back down next to him as he closes his eyes and enjoys the fresh air, the scent of flowers and her warmth...

At lunch back at the castle, Black notices Ox keeps giving him strange looks, and when he caught him on one of those looks, he gave him a sort of sad smile and kept breathing forlorn sighs; if Black cares enough about the father of Chichi he would have questioned his behavior but he doesn't, therefore he completely ignores his queer mood.

Shortly after lunch, and for a reason Black was yet to be aware of, he was forced to meet an old man, a tailor.

And he was intolerably touchy with his godly body...

He growls when the old man with glasses asks him to raise his arms straight.

"Goku!" Chichi shoots him a reprimanding glare. "Let him take your measurements."

Grudgingly, he does as told as the now scared tailor uses his measuring tape; he wraps it around his biceps and forearm and runs it along the length of his arm and repeats the action on the other arm as black fidgets uncomfortably. "How long is this going to take?" he barks.

Chichi sighs and slaps a hand on her face. "He just started."

Her father takes over, "It won't take long, just relax, Goku."

He can't relax; they can't tell him to relax, not when there's a pitiful mortal touching his body so casually…

"I don't understand why I'm even doing this." His eye twitches when the man circles his body to measure his waist, too close for comfort at least from Black's point of view.

"What's there to understand? We're making you a suit," Chichi replies, aggravation clear in her voice.

"I don't need a suit," he says through gritted teeth, snarling at the man beneath with his hand on his thigh trying to measure the length of his leg from the inside.

"Don't be ridiculous, the wedding is just next week."

wait, what?

Time stops for Black, he no longer pays attention to the four-eyed old man touching him, instead his mind focusing on the words that came out of his betrothed mouth.

Was that why she was all over him about a house of their own?

Was that why the Ox king was behaving so Oddly?

Were they all aware of the closeness of the dreaded date?

Black looks on horrified, the wedding is just next week and he hadn't even realized it!

Dear Kai, where had the time gone?

I hope all my readers are well and Corona free and are enjoying this chapter. as a biologist, I advise you to make as little contact with people as possible, eat your veggies and vitamin C, and drink lots of water and don't forget to frequently wash your hands.

stay safe!