I know, I know. That last chapter was short, but I'm hoping to make up for it in this one. To be honest, last chapter was going to be the longest one, but turned out to be the shortest because it didn't feel fair to leave you with nothing for another x amount of weeks. I'm going to work super hard on this when I have free time, though, so it should be coming together soon.

(I used currency conversions where a zeni is the same as one yen. It just made it simpler.)

"What do you mean you're not sure?" Immediately I feel my heart in my throat and tears burning my nose and the backs of my eyes.

"No one else looks like this..." Kirei drops her hand and turns toward me again.

I feel my eyebrows knit together. "No one looks like anybody else, Kirei. It's how people work. You're not supposed to look like anybody else."

She squints for a second, trying to hold back tears. I rush to her and hold her face in my hands.

"Oh, shhh. It's okay, baby. You're okay." I wipe away her falling tears with my thumb.

"I-I know, Goku. I'm j-just shocked.."

I hold her head to my chest and rub her back soothingly. "By what?"

"You remember that dream?"

"Of course I do.."

Kirei brushes a few, stray hairs from her face.

"Kurai had my eyes."

I chuckle under my breath in relief.

"I never saw her, but I'm sure she's beautiful if she looks anything like you." I kiss Kirei's forehead when a short old man comes out from what I assumed was a break room. He smiled warmly at us, welcoming us to his shop.

"Family!" He shouted deeply in a strange drawl. "What brings you to my place?"

I let go of Kirei and wave at him. "Hoping to get a bathroom mirror, about one by two feet." I casually stroll over to him, Kirei following closely behind me.

the man snaps his fingers in the air, turning on his heel back into the room he was previously in. "I have just the thing for you, my friend!" He yells over the sound of clatter through the walls.

A few moments later, he comes back with a mirror under his arm. He swings it up on the table, setting it firmly so it might not slip.

"I'm telling you, family, this will be perfect in your home. Do you like it, beautiful girl?"

Kirei makes a small noise of surprise, and I immediately throw my arm around her narrow shoulders for comfort. I feel her exhale and respond with a small voice.

"I- it is very pretty... Goku? Can we get it?"

I glance down at her with a warm smile. "Of course we can, honey. How much is it?" I pull my wallet out of my back pocket and flip through it, waiting for an answer.

"I'll tell you what, friend. 3000 zeni. For you." He sets the mirror flat on the counter. I pull out the required amount and hand it to him, pulling the mirror into my left arm as he shoved the money in a pouch.

"Thanks." I throw the man deuces and grab Kireis hand, walking out of the shop.

"Come again, friend! You will not regret!"

I wave my hand up at him again as a salutation.

Once out of the building, Kirei whispers to me. "I don't like that guy."

I squeeze her hand lightly. "I know. He's a bit creepy. I don't like how he looked at you. But I promise, not a lot of people are like that."

We continue walking.

"And besides, no guy that owns a shop that's all mirrors is a normal person."

Kirei squeezes my hand in silent agreement.

I glance down at her and notice how old the robe she wore looked. I sigh and look around, scoping for any stores where I might be able to get her something to wear.

After seeing a meek looking storefront, I pull Kirei toward it, pushing through the door.

A light bell sounds our entrance, and, unlike the last store, a clerk comes out immediately.

Ignoring her completely, I lead Kirei over a rack of clothes, my hand on the small of her back.

"Pick anything you'd like, love."

"But why?"

I chuckle lightheartedly and press her again. "Because I want you to have some clothes so you don't have to wear mine anymore."

She turns around with a serious face, looking more like a cute puppy than a concerned woman.

"But I like wearing your clothes." She crosses her arms and pouts. I laugh louder this time, turning her by her shoulders and ushering her to a rack.

"I know, baby. Just so you have some things of your own."

I watch her mindlessly flick through hangers when I feel a hand on my shoulder. I turn my head to familiar head of blue hair.

"Bulma? What are you doing here?"

She flashes me her signature smile and respond excitedly. "I was just gonna get my seasonal wardrobe all set," she lowers her voice. "Why did you bring Kirei out into the city?"

I eye her suspiciously, motioning to the mirror in my right arm. "I wanted to get a mirror for the bathroom. And then I saw this little place and thought how Kirei could use some clothes of her own, so she doesn't have to wear mine all the time."

"Oh. Okay," She removes her hand, watching Kirei intently. "you know what?" She turns to me with fire in her eyes. "I'm gonna steal her for today. You can tag along if you'd like, but I want to make up for leaving on the wrong foot the other day."

Taken aback, I minutely nod my head. "Uh, Kirei, could you come here?" Her head snaps over to me, then I see her eyes flick to Bulma and back to me. She lets go of the garment her hand was on, cautiously walking over to us.

"Yeah?" Her eyes go to Bulma again, then back to me. "What is it?"

I give her a reassuring look. "Bulma said she wants to take you out shopping with her." Bulma found this as a cue to wave at Kirei.

Debating with herself, Kirei looked at Bulma, at me, at the ground, back to Bulma, and finally back to me. She exhales heavily.

"Alright."

"Great!" Bulma claps her hands together excitedly, then takes Kirei by the wrist and pulls her toward her into a hug.

"I really am sorry about the other day, Kirei. Please don't be mad at me." Bulma apologizes and releases Kirei, looking her in the eye.

"N-no, it's okay. Really." Kirei looks to the side and blushes, embarrassed.

"You girls have fun. I'm gonna fly back to the house quick and set this thing up," I motion to the mirror under my arm, "I'll be back in like thirty minutes."

Bulma waves backward, dismissing me while scrutinizing Kireis size.

"She's a small," I throw over my shoulder and stroll out of the store.

My fly back to the house is quick, my being able to fly faster without having to worry about Kirei falling off me. I don't bother taking off my shoes, and set the mirror up right above the sink in the bathroom. Straightening it out, I nod, satisfied, and leave again.

Before the thirty minutes pass, I'm back in the store where I left Bulma and Kirei.

They're not there.

I turn to the girl I saw earlier.

"Did they leave?" I ask, fishing in my pocket for my phone.

"Yep," She looks disinterested. "Left almost right after you. Bought the entire section of smalls and scooted."

I run my fingers through my hair out of anxiety. Kirei can't be out there with Bulma just yet. She's not comfortable enough as it is in public.

I jog out of the front entrance again, throwing a 'thank you' back at her, my large fingers scrolling through my contacts and finding Bulmas name. I frantically press the small phone in the corner and bring it to my ear. I lean against the brick of the building, not wanting the go the wrong way and waste even more time.

The phone rings twice before going quiet.

"Hello?"

I hear Bulmas tinny voice over the call. I exhale in relief.

"Where are you guys?"

"Getting you some clothes. We're all done with Kireis, so I figured I could get you some stuff. It's been a while, huh?"

I pinch the bridge of my nose.

"Thank you, Bulma, really. But that doesn't answer my question."

"Where do you think I am? Same place as usual. Hot Moose, Goku. See you."

The call drops before I can respond. She took Kirei to Hot Moose. Why would she do that?

I shove my phone in my pocket and head east, a few stores down the road.

Coming to the lewd storefront, I push through the door and find both the girls in the closest right corner.

I sigh, happy that Bulma had enough decency to not take Kirei to the back.

Bulma had several huge bags slung over her shoulder, Kirei herself carrying five or six, blushing.

I jog over to them, immediately scolding Bulma for her carelessness.

"Are you insane?" I cross my arms.

"What do you mean? We've already been here for a few minutes without you, I wasnt going to waste time in that place when there weren't any more things I could've gotten for your girlfriend."

I pinch the bridge of my nose lowering my voice. "Did you forget what is in the back? It's not a place for her to be."

Her brow furrows, then she punches my shoulder lightly. "Oh, come on, Goku. She's of age. If I'm honest I'm not entirely sure why you haven't gotten on that train yet."

I feel my face redden, And I rub my face downward, pulling my eyelids and cheeks down with it.

"I don't care about that, Bulma. You of all people should know that about me."

She rolls her eyes. "Roshi didn't."

"No shit! He's a three hundred year old pervert. He thinks everyone is obsessed with it as much as he is." My voice gets a little louder, but I bring it down to a whisper again. I glace over to Kirei, who is currently flicking through a small rack of clothes.

Bulma snaps in my face, getting my attention. "You get my point. It'll happen soon enough, just you watch."

I don't have time to complain before I'm grasped gently by the bicep and turned toward Kirei gently. She holds up an article of clothing against my chest and studies it, then hands it happily to Bulma, who gives me a look that says, 'It's basically already happening'.

Kirei turns back to the rack, pulling a few more things from it and going through the same process, giving a few to Bulma, then putting a few back on the rack.

"Bulma," I say turning my head, not able to fully turn my body toward her without Kirei pulling me right back.

Kirei holds onto my jaw and turns my head toward her. She studies my face compared to the shirt, deciding it 'complimented' me sufficiently.

"Where exactly do you expect me to keep all these clothes?"

A small gasp comes from behind me. "God damn it! I knew I forgot something!"

"A dresser."

I can practically see her run her hands trough her hair.

"...A dresser. Hold on, let me call my people."

I roll my eyes, annoyed. "You do that, Bulma."

I hear rustling behind me, then a faint ringing from Bulmas phone. Kirei continued her filtering, now handing me clothes, both of Bulmas hands busy. I blush again and look at Kirei, who looks concentrated and determined, only picking the clothes that apparently look the best on me.

"Yeah, it's me. I need two large dressers brought to the fifth address on my GPS in my car. Don't fuck it up." Bulma hangs up her phone and claps me on the shoulder. "They should be there by the time you two get home." She informs me, taking the clothes from my arms and walking away to a counter. Even not being able to see, I know exactly the situation going on at the register.

"Ah, Bulma! It's been a while." The beeping of scanners goes off continuously in the background of the conversation.

"I know, Amy. A big haul this time. This is round one. Could you keep his register closed off for me? We've sill got a bit of stuff to do."

"Anything for you, Bulma." The beeping continues as Amy racks up the clothes and puts them in bags.

All the while, Kirei drags me to another rack and compares me to more shirts and pants, dark jeans seeming to be her favorite so far. My arms are full of clothes again.

Three more of Bulmas trips back to Amy's register, and a lap around the store for any more things that might catch Kireis eye, the three of us leave, all carrying at least five giant bags of clothes each. Bulma offers to drive us back to the house, but I refuse, allowing myself to have more time with Kirei alone.

I take all the bags in my arms, and crouch down to let Kirei on my back. We fly back to the house quickly, finding two simple looking dressers in the front yard. I kiss Kirei on the head and tell her to go to bed, and that I'd take care of the clothes. She rubs her eyes tiredly and heads in the house. I set the bags down by the kitchen and carry the dressers inside, setting them next to each other by the entrance of the bedroom.

I separate the clothes into our own separate bags, and begin folding them and putting them away. After all of my new clothes are put away into their new designated spot, I gather up the small pile of clothes where I used to keep them and threw them in the washer, figuring it couldn't hurt.

I move to the pile of Kireis bags, dumping them out on the floor, folding them, and putting them in the proper drawers. After about half of the pile is gone, I start noticing firmer looking clothes. Curious, and almost idiotic, I pull one out and immediately drop it, blushing.

Duh.

I leave the bras for last, neatly stacking them in the top drawer among the other intimates.

Shoving the bags in the trash, I crawl over to bed, exhausted from the long day of shopping. I glance at the clock, finding it to be just after seven. I sigh and turn towards Kirei, wrapping my arms around her slender waist, falling asleep to her mellow breathing.

Again, sorry for the delay. Hope the length of this chapter makes up for the apparent lack of one last time. New MWDA chapter up next, stay tuned!

~MVO