"Well," He stood up and dumped his coffee into the skin. "You're in luck. Bulma's going to let me borrow a ship. I'll have it ready by morning. But if you help me, we can be done a lot sooner."
I stood up as well. "Let's get to it, then."
The ship she was letting him 'borrow' was in need of some work. The outside was rusted a little, and the paint was peeling. The inside was pretty dusty, and kind of small. Alright for two people, I supposed, though.
Kage circled the ship several times. "Well, the landing gear needs work."
"Do you know how to fix it?"
He nodded. "In my time, I learn quite a bit from Bulma. How about you go make a list of stuff we need."
"What do we need?"
"Just the essentials." He replied, already hunting through her tools for something. "Water, food, blankets. Whatever else you can think of. If we need anything else, we can pick it up from a merchant along the way."
I didn't bother to ask along the way to where, because I figured it didn't matter.
I got a piece of paper and a pen and started making the list. Twenty minutes later, I had completely filled the front and half the back, and had run out of things to write down. I went back into the hanger to show Kage, and see what he thought.
He nodded as I read it to him. He wasn't so good at reading Japanese. "That's good," He commented, "But you forgot a first aid kit."
I wrote that as well. "So should I go get these things?"
He nodded, "If you don't mind." He pulled a pair of goggles over his eyes and lit up a welding torch.
I took my leave, making sure to let Bulma back in.
"I'm going to call your parents," She screamed at me. "You're going to be in so much trouble!"
I shrugged my shoulders as I slipped on my shoes once more. "Go ahead. They know I'm here."
I left Capsule Corp and collected every single thing on the list. It took until sun-up to get them all and pay for them (On Bulma's credit card, that is).
By the time I came back, the ship looked fantastic. The landing gear looked like new, and the whole thing had been repainted.
I set everything down on the floor and put my hands on my hips. "You work fast," I said in awe.
Kage was on top of the ship, putting the finishing touches on the paint job. There was a huge pile of spray cans on the floor all around the small ship.
When he finished, he hopped down and landed before me. A smear of grease trailed across his face, and he smelled like dirty motor oil. "Alright, outside's done. Load up."
We loaded everything into the ship, Bulma trying to stop us the whole time.
She kept following us, in and out, trying to talk us out of leaving. "Aizel, your parents will be so worried about you if you leave."
"Trust me, they won't be worried." I said with a roll of my eyes.
"Aren't you going to miss everyone?"
"I don't know, since I haven't had a chance to miss them yet."
"Don't you want to stay here and get married, and start a family?" She asked, grabbing my arm.
I yanked it away. "I hate children."
"You are a child! You're a child going up into space with a 30 year old man! Do you realize how crazy that is?"
Did she realize how crazy it was to stay here?
"I'm not 30," Kage replied coolly, poking his head out from the interior of the ship. "I'm 34."
She threw up her hands. "I've been trying to call your parents all morning. The second they pick up, I'm telling them what you're planning to do."
"I'm telling you," I insisted, "They already know. Da told me to go, that he didn't care."
She shook her head. "I've known Vegeta a lot longer than you have. I had children with the man, for God's sake! And believe me when I tell you, when he's angry, he says things he doesn't mean."
"Or maybe he's just a mean old man," I offered.
"You think he's mean normally? When he's angry, he knows just how to hurt, and how deep to make the wound." She stated. "I know. He's said terrible things to me before, but I can forgive him because I know that that's how he responds when he doesn't have control. He's mean so he doesn't kill you."
She was probably right, but it made no difference now. I had no intention of going back.
Once we were loaded up, Bulma asked me if I wanted to write them a note, at least.
I thought about it, and then decided that I would not. I didn't have anything else to say.
I got into the co-pilot seat and put on my seat belt as Kage opened the hanger doors. He had to do it manually because Bulma wouldn't give us the key to open them with the remote control. It made a horrible screeching sound as the gears grinded against each other.
When it was open, he began his way back to the ship.
I like to watch him walk. It was a stumbling kind of walk, yet it was oddly graceful. He reminded me of a rock star.
He got inside the ship and closed the door with a click of the lock. He sat down into the captain's seat and lit another cigarette. He began flipping switches and pressing buttons.
The engine roared to life as he pulled a lever towards him slowly. He finished off his cigarette, and flicked it into the cup holder.
"We're going to go pretty fast," He told me, "You might pass out."
I doubted that would happen, but I nodded anyway.
He pressed another button, and the ship shot out through the hanger door. The wings scrapped across the sides.
"Guess I didn't open it enough," He muttered.
Before long, the ship disappeared into the sky. Everything became darker as was approached the atmosphere.
I turned my head with great effort. My whole body felt like it weighed a ton. Kage looked perfectly fine, but I felt like I was going to puke.
"That's 10 G's!" He cried over the roar of air going past the ship. "11! 12, now 13!"
I stopped listening to him, for the corners of my eyes were growing dark. Before I knew it, I was out.
A second or two later, I gasped and rolled my head up from its position against my shoulder.
Kage was bent over me, straddling my chair. "You passed out." He was smoking again. "You alright?" He tilted my chin up and looked into my eyes.
I was so dizzy and sick. I felt like I had the flu or something. My muscles ached, my chest felt like it had been pulled through a vice. I whined something unintelligible, and Kage smiled.
"Space sickness," He said to me. "That will pass eventually." He unbuckled my seat belt and walked away from me.
I followed him with my eyes, and then turned my head when I couldn't see him anymore. He was over by the window, looking out into blackness.
"Are we in space?" I asked groggily.
"Sure are, love. See for yourself."
I floated over to him. It was pretty cool, having no gravity. When I reached him, I looped my arms around his thin waist to steady myself. He pointed out the window and I looked.
There were stars everywhere. I'd never seen so many of them. There is a faint, murkiness to the blackness, like milk in ink. I can see Earth getting smaller and smaller behind us.
"What do you think?" He asked with a grin.
I threw up onto him without answering.
A while later, after I'd been put to bed, and Kage took a shower and changed his clothes, I felt so ridiculous. I couldn't believe I threw up on him.
He crawled into bed with me after he dressed. He didn't care if I watched him dress, though I tried not to make it look so obvious that I was looking. His feet were cold.
"I'm sorry," I said immediately.
He shook his head. "Don't even worry about it. I've had worse done to me." He paused for a split second. "Are you alright now?"
"Yeah," I replied.
"What do you think of space?"
"It's incredible," I said truthfully. "Just amazing."
He laughed slightly. "You say so now. In a few weeks, you'll be sick of it." He wrapped his tail around my thigh and smelled my hair. The feel of his soft tail, and warm breath made me break out into goose bumps.
He slipped a hand under my shirt and ran his thumb across my nipple. It became hard as he kissed down my neck.
His tail ran up and down my thigh, slipping in between my legs now and then to feel me up. This drove me crazy, and every time he pulled the soft member away from me, I would groan in protest.
I boldly pressed my hand to the front of his pants, and squeezed the hardness there firmly. He curled his legs slightly and moaned into my ear.
He shifted his weight until he was atop me and kissed my lips. I loved kissing him. He was much better at it then I was, which made it into a learning experience as well.
He trailed down my jaw and whispered into my ear, "Do you have a condom?"
I jerked a little bit, by face turning red. "No," I said slowly, pressing my hand against his arousal even further.
He groaned, and then rolled off of me. "We have to stop," He panted, grabbing onto my wrist.
I sat up and rolled atop him instead. "We don't need one."
"What if…" His eyes slid shut as I slipped my hand into his pants and stroked him. "What if… you know…"
"We'll be fine," I insisted. "We'll be careful."
"Careful," He repeated, and then moaned when I began kneading him in my palm. "How careful?"
"Really careful."
He nodded, and then pushed me back down onto the bed. He pulled down my pants and kissed across my stomach and hips desperately. He pulled off my underwear and ran his tongue once across my member.
I howled with pleasure.
He lifted me up and pulled my shirt off, tossing it across the room. Then he removed his own shirt; the one he had just put on a moment ago. His pants came off next; no underwear included.
"No underwear again?" I asked with a playful expression.
"I don't believe in them," He said and smelled my hair. He had become like some kind of animal that couldn't control itself.
He slipped his fingers between my legs and teased my entrance for a moment. Then he pressed them in.
I tensed, unsure of what he was doing. It hurt a little, so I went to pull his hand away, but he wouldn't let me. "Stop," He demanded when I tried again.
"You're hurting me," I said with a low whine that I hadn't meant to let out.
"It's going to hurt a lot more if you don't let me do it." He was becoming aggressive now, and sort of possessive.
He slipped in another finger, and I bit my lip. I didn't like this. I moved my hand to try and push him away again, but he grabbed it and pinned it above my head.
"Trust me," He said with a pointed look.
I could feel him scissoring his fingers inside me, stretching me. After a moment, he withdrew and I sighed. I turned my head as he got up and positioned himself between my legs.
"We're going to do this dry," He said nonchalantly. "Is that alright with you?"
I didn't know what that meant, so I just nodded.
He nodded back, and pressed into me without warning.
It was so painful. I had thought before was bad, but this was so much worse. I felt like I was tearing. I might have been. I felt something trickling between my legs, and thought it must be blood.
I was panicked, and my eyes were squeezed shut. I wanted it to be over. I wanted to stop.
His head dropped to my shoulder as he slid all the way in with a groan. "You're so tight," He muttered. He said it again in Saiyan.
"It hurts," I choked, tears stinging my eyes. I had not been informed that mating hurt so much. Why would anyone want to do this?
"I know." He replied softly, kissing the side of my face. "Give it a minute."
After several seconds, I got used to the feeling of being filled. Kage had still not moved. I thought he might have passed out, but then he said, "Are you ready?"
I took a deep shuttering breath. "Yeah. I think so."
He did not lift his head. He simply began to move.
The friction was intense. The pain, as well as the curious warm pleasure that came with it was perverse, and baffling at the same time.
"I love you," He was saying over and over, "I love you so much."
He moved faster, slamming into me harder and faster. He lifted his head and looked me in the eye. His red ones stared into my brown ones, looking into my soul. I shuttered, overwhelmed with too many emotions.
Then he hit some kind of sweet spot inside me that made my stomach flutter and my legs lock up and my mouth spill open with a gasp.
My brain was flooded with pleasure, and pain, but I was unable to tell the difference between them anymore. Every motion was fantastic. Every touch was bliss. Every word spoken was ecstasy.
By the time I came with a sharp cry of passion, my throat was raw. I threw back my head with one last jerk as Kage pulled out of me and came onto my stomach with a series of fierce pants. I didn't even care. I was too blown to care.
He sat back, his eyes rolling shut. His muscles shook with exhaustion before he crashed down beside me.
We said nothing. I couldn't have said anything even if I wanted to.
I wasn't a virgin anymore. That thought alone was frightening, and exhilarating.
He began to move first. He sat up on the edge of the bed and began to smoke. His back flexed with each movement he made. He coughed a few times, his rib cage expanding and contracting wildly.
"How was your first fuck, love?" He asked, tapping out the ashes into a cup.
I tried to respond, but a fast rush of air was the only thing that escaped my mouth.
He laughed, and turned around slightly. His eyes left my face and trailed down my body. "That'll heal pretty soon," He commented.
I looked to see what he was talking about. A pool of blood was collecting between my legs. I closed them, trying to hide it.
He took a drag, regarding me like one would an animal in a zoo; a strange curiosity that quietly observed and noted my every move.
"So that's it for Earth?" He asked, exhaling.
I thought about it. "Well… for now, yes. I don't want to go back. It's fake; all of it. You know?"
I didn't know if he'd understand, but he seemed to understand completely.
"Love," He whispered, as if he were telling me a well known secret that could not be spoken aloud, "Everything about life is smoke and mirrors. Life is just glass, waiting to be pelted by the rocks of reality."
He sounded like Vienna. She said stuff like that all the time. I almost never knew what she was talking about, but I understood what he was saying.
My eyes trailed away from his, down his back, down the column of ribs. I sat up and wrapped my arms around his waist, and I kissed his back.
It didn't matter. I didn't care if we never came in contact with anyone else ever again. I could make my own reality. And everyone else could go fuck themselves.