Morning came like a train, crashing into me with the memories of what happened last night. I didn't move from bed. I just waited to remember who's bed I was even in. All the events now flooded my head. I was at a party. I left the party with a girl. I did things that made me as close to heaven as I've ever been without dying. All the bliss. The love. The passion I never ever had. The side of her bed was empty though. I had that sixth sense of actually being alone without looking. I was used to it.

My clothes were a trail of romance leading from the front door to the bedroom. I had no clean clothes with me. I had no choice to put them back on, forgoing the buttons on the dress shirt. My search for my love began. Her power level was the same as millions of other people, but hers had a special signature to me. It was rather easy to find her. She had made it to a building in the center of the city. It had shadowed windows making the contents discreet. It was obvious this was a gym. The gym Yamcha worked out at. She must be training Yamcha. My mind was thinking all the stuff we did last night. I know she wouldn't have blurted it out but Yamcha probably persuaded it out of her somehow.

The door swung open and three women walked out. I leaned up against the window not making it my business to see what was going on. For some reason, those women began flirting with me. It didn't help that my dress shirt was still unbuttoned.

"You work out here?" One girl asked. "You look stunning."

"I'm waiting for someone."

"I think I was the one you were waiting for." She rubbed her leg up on me.

"Miss. I am not looking for a date."

She snapped for some reason. She didn't like my answer.

"What. You gay or something?" She threw her workout bag over her shoulder and walked away. For some reason, that comment made me laugh. She had no idea what she was talking about.

I guess it looked too inconspicuous of me standing outside the gym. A few police asked me what I was up to and one thought I was soliciting sex judging on my pose and still unbuttoned dress shirt. It was funny to me. I decided to put myself together properly so not to bring more suspicion to me by buttoning the few remaining lower buttons. It didn't help much as it still left my chest exposed. I wasn't sure her work hours and I was hoping to catch her on her break. I caught more eyes of mothers and children just out of daycare. It was getting to be a little late. The door opened over and over with people going in and more coming out. She was definitely having a busy day. There was no sign of Yamcha though. He must come later on in the day.

"Are you got to just stand there, or are you going to come in?" Her voice went straight through my heart and I got bubbly. She has that affect on me.

"I was hoping you'd see me for a private lesson." I can't believe I said that!

Her laugh was all it took for me to feel like a much younger version of myself. I was able to flirt with her. It came so easy.

"That would require me to make some special modifications." She leaned up against me with her breasts pressed up against me. That sports bra she had on needed to go...now. My hands moved to the back of her to lift it over her head. I didn't even feel my hands doing that. She started to laugh again and yelled at me to control myself. I never acted like a horny teenager in my life.

She led me inside were some upbeat fast music dominated the atmosphere. Very obvious to keep her customers motivated. She seemed to have a very successful business thanks to Yamcha. She might have opened her own business and Yamcha vouches for her program. It's completely farce, but it makes people healthy. Thanks to these two, it's making people have something to achieve. I can respect that.

My lips met her at her ear and smirked. "I crave you. How much trouble would you get into if we went to your office and you gave me a blow job?" My deep voice, I'm sure, made her heart skip a beat.

Her look of shock made me suppress a laugh.

"Probably won't get into too much trouble." Her sarcasm was radiating.

"What's the worst that can happen? You run the most successful gym in this area with a world famous training regimen. You can't be fired. You're a boss." I really wanted to get her to release all that access workout energy. "You do have a key to your office, right?"

She reached into her pocket and gave the keys. "Meet me in there in ten minutes. I gotta make my rounds to the customers."

I can't believe that worked! Those keys were a treasure to me and I ran to the back. There I waited. That ten minutes took forever and it turned into an hour. Which made it worse. She came in the back and found me sitting in her computer chair.

"I'm so sorry it took so long. One of the girls from my high school came to say hi to me. And you know us girls." She said as she approached me.

She was in my lap this time and I really wanted to throw her off and act on my lust again. She laid me back in the chair and made me beg her to please me. I about lost it. As long as I maintained contact with her, I was content. What made me lose that was her standing up and sent her clothes flying. I wanted to touch her. My eyes fed themselves on her flesh. I was hotter under the collar.

She took my hand and made it cup her pelt. Oh my Dende. She was wet. I slipped my middle finger in her slit and toyed with her. She quivered and whimpered at my touch. I got hooked at this new experience and I absolutely loved doing this to her. The first time I did this to a woman and the only woman I'd do this to. My ring finger found her entrance and she squealed a little bit too loud. Hopefully she locked that door.

I leaned in the chair on the edge of the seat. My mouth found her nipples and rolled my tongue over both of them. One for a few minutes, then the other. My hand was drenched. I removed it from her and it left her crying at my absence. Her cream covered my fingers and I wanted to taste her so bad. She moved my arm for me. Allowing me to taste her as I wanted. I loved it when she controlled me. I was instantly addicted to her taste as I closed my eyes with my fingers in my mouth. She laughed to my surprise.

"You really like that, don't you?"

This only made me moan. Her response was to climb back on me and unzip my pants. She wanted to be on top this time. She was already in control. Why not let her continue?

Her wetness made it easy for me to just slide in. My eyes crossed on her weight riding me. The computer chair surprisingly supported our weight and the sex that was testing the hydraulics. My hands moved themselves this time and clutched her bottom. She groud herself on my shaft and threw her head back.

"You...feel...so...good." My mouth would not close.

Her lips met mine and I was filled with lust and love. My body couldn't help it anymore. My seed shot up inside her and she kept going. Even after I came. I was still hard. No idea how.

She had her fill of sex for now and she went to the floor. My eyes tried to focus on her having just been post cum tortured.

She licked my shaft at length and I roared. My legs stretched out. This torture was more than enough and I came once again just minutes after my first. The pure erotic sight in front of me was more than I could take.

"You sure do have a good shot." She laughed as she wiped my seed from her cheek.

"Oh my Dende. I am so sorry." My voice was harsh from my stamina being depleted. Something like sex should not have spent my energy like that. But this woman was not like any other. She knew how to rock me and she did it extremely well.

"Don't worry, Tenshinhan. That just shows me you like what I did."

"Did you cum?"

"No. But that's okay. You were obviously not done last night. You wanted more. That was evident."

"I need to learn how to not get too far ahead. What's the point of having sex with you if I can't control myself?"

"Really. It's fine." She kissed me on my cheek. I still blushed.

A knock on her office door prompted us to immediately stop and, acting like school kids, kept quiet. Hoping whoever was at the door would leave.

"Sharon? It's Yamcha. Are you in your office?"

"Yes." She put her tank top back on and made me hide under her desk.

"Can you unlock the door?"

She waited a few seconds to make sure I was under the desk. It was a tight fit, but I was able to get under there. She left the room to meet with Yamcha. I waited under there for forty five minutes. Not sure what Yamcha wanted. It was almost six o'clock and I thought her day was over. I thought she wasn't as busy as I thought.

I peeked over the desktop to see what was going on. Nobody was outside the door. I heard no voices. I went to the door and listened closely to anything going on outside.

The door opened minutes later to reveal Yamcha. Who had the keys.

"T-Tien! What are you doing in here?" Like he figured out a long and complicated math equation, his eyes shot wide. "Oh. My. Dende! It happened! I knew it! Sharon would not tell me but I knew! You took her home and-"

"Shut up, Yamcha!

He laughed too hard and dropped the keys. I picked them up and next came Sharon, who had taken a shower.

"Oh." She said, quickly catching up on what just happened.

"I knew you two would hook up!"

"It's not a hook up, Yamcha." I stated.

He stopped for a second. "You mean it's not a hook up? You two are going out?"

He sure was a fast one. Nothing gets by him.

"I don't know why you are so shocked. You are the one who wanted us to meet."

"Yeah, but. I didn't think you two would be having sex all around the city!"

His loudly stated comment obviously gained the attention of several customers. They now we're all gossiping among one another and I was frozen in time. I would have loved to borrow Trunks' time machine right about now and travel to five minutes ago and slugged Yamcha in the gut before he blurted out something so private.

"We aren't having sex all around the city! We were actually discussing a training regimen for Tenshinhan."

He looked right past her lie. "Why would Tien need a training regimen? He trains by himself. And you actually call him Tenshinhan? I mean, yeah, that's his full name. But we all call him Tien. You must like calling him his full name."

"That has nothing to do with it. It's his legal name. You know I have to use legal names in this gym."

By now, we had the entire gym looking at us like it was some comedy movie. And I was not the greatest actor. I just became smaller as those two were at each other's necks.

"Alright. Just calm down. I know when I've overstepped. I'll just leave you and your Tenshinhan alone." He finally let up. But of course he added in that last comment to be the agitator.

"Everyone out of the gym. It's closing time anyway." She pointed to the door.

I started to move outside too but her hand stopped me from doing so. I don't have any idea if I was in trouble or not. This area of the female mind was unknown to me.

With everyone gone, she turned to me. "I am sorry for that. Yamcha, like I said, is too much. He can't leave well enough alone."

"You don't need to tell me. I've known him for almost twenty-five years."

"How old are you?"

"Forty five."

"You're forty five years old!?"

"Yeah." I'm not sure why that was a shock. It seems Yamcha was quiet on a few things about me.

"Holy shit you look good. You look amazing! I had you figured for thirty something."

"As Master Roshi said, fighting keeps you young. That does not mean you should pick fights with everyone." I said laughing.

"Who is Master Roshi?"

I felt stupid. I assumed she knew about him. Now I have the painful pleasure of telling her about him. Mostly due to his perverted nature when it comes to women. Which I'll have to keep an eye on while she's at Kame House.

"He's a martial artist master. Goku, Yamcha, Krillin all trained under his house."

"But not you?'

I sighed. I suppose she was owed what I was like when I was young. She had every reason to know.

I showed her the door and she delicately brushed past me as she exited. I was turned to mush.

We got to her car and she drove off back home. I explained more about the Crane house and about Chiaotzu. About our training. How it was so different from the Turtle style. She seemed to understand. She didn't raise too many questions. Just being a good listener. And I enjoyed that.

She looked up at a stoplight that we were stopped at. It seemed to be taking its good old time changing. Her stomach growled and she laughed a little. She made a detour, stopping off to get something to eat.

"Why don't we got to your place? I'm sure you're tired of wearing those clothes. Maybe we can shower together." She said after she drank from her soda cup.

Even though she had already showered, I know she wasn't actually talking about being clean, but getting dirty.

"I do live far out. You should leave your car back at your place and I'll fly us there."

"You can fly!?"

"I thought Yamcha told you about me? Yes. I can fly."

"He didn't tell me that! Can you fly far?"

"In just a few minutes, we will be at my place."

Her silence reflected her astonishment and soon, we were in the air. Heading to my place. My boring, plain, bare minimum place. Hopefully she didn't think I was some dinosaur who doesn't keep up with the latest everything.

The mountain air was a little chilly as I set her down just outside the door. She looked around in wonderment. It had been obvious she was a city girl. Rarely letting go just to go off the grid even for a few days. She stood there, under the clouds, the peaks, and the few stars just making their appearance in the vast sky. There was no car horns, no city ruckus, and no car emissions. It was pure Earth. Down to the almost primitive state.

"It's beautiful here. I can see why you stay here."

"Yeah. I like my solitude." I caught how that may be uncalled for to her and make her feel like she was intruding. "But I like your company." Smooth, Tien...

"It's so quiet. I'm so used to the noises and everything."

"But soon we will be making our own loud noises."

She turned to me. Her eyes held a passion I have seen in her plenty of times already. She met me for a hug, placing her cheek on my chest. A very content sigh passed her lips and I suddenly felt like I was invincible. I was her protector. Her pillar. And I would defend that to my death. I had something more than just dying for my friends. I had someone who I absolutely loved without any doubt. I had a reason now. And my reason was her.

I couldn't help but puff my chest out just a little. She cooed, feeling my chest. Time froze with us just holding each other. A small draft blew and I felt her shiver slightly. I invited her inside and I felt absolutely awkward. It's been a long time since I had someone in my house and even longer since I had a woman in here. I stood before her, forgetting my manners. It ran into me like a punch from Goku.

"Do you want something to drink? Or I can cook us something."

"I'm fine. I just need to warm up a little. I forgot how cold it came be out here." She said with a little laugh. She took a look around. "Nice place."

How she thought this place was nice was beyond me. There was nothing extravagant about it. "Yeah. I just have the essentials. Nothing outrageous."

"No. I like it. Complicated home is a complicated life."

I stood there for a good ten minutes. Not knowing my next move. We came here for a reason.

"Mind if I watch TV for a bit when you're in the shower?"

That's why we came here!

"O-of course! I don't get much out here. To be honest, I never use it. Yamcha bought it for me in case I wanted to watch the ball game."

She made herself at home, which I failed to do. My manners are terrible. Becoming a hermit is so unhealthy.

Instead of standing there in the kitchen, I finally was able to move.

"I'll be in the shower. I'll be right out."

"Take your time. I'm not going anywhere." She air kissed to me and I went bubbly again.

In the shower, all my thoughts were about this stunning angel who'd flipped my world over in the best way possible. I obviously had been thinking about her too long. My shaft had engorged itself with a desire to be stroked. I had to stop thinking this way had she not started to think that is all I wanted. I turned the water as cold as tolerable to ease my steaming mind. I was in the shower for longer than I thought because now she sat on my bed, flipping through a photo book Bulma had made for me. All the memories condensed in a seventy five page canvas book. It was nice. But I wasn't the one for those sort of things. At least then I wasn't. I wanted nothing more than to fill those pages up with memories of me and her.

She looked up from her current page and smiled. "You never told me you were a doll when you were young."

"A doll?" She had me figured all wrong. "I was far from that."

"Yeah. You were a bad guy. But nothing is more attractive to me than a man who has rectified that throughout his life. You recognized where your life was going. There have been plenty of good guys turned bad too. Those are the ones you need to look out for."

She made it so easy to be me.

"I guess you are right."

She patted the bed next to her to invite me into my own bed. I wasn't really that tired. I slept like I was dead last night.

She continued to look through roughly one hundred photos of various times in my life. I just sat there, answering her questions about the photo. Each question from her was delving into who I was. Those information snippets filling me more in as a man who had done so much with his life. More than any normal human could ever do. It was a small achievement compared to the living achievement next to me. Her questions ignited me for some reason. A building of something. I had never had this feeling before. A mixture of an old wise master artist and a young novice martial artist. So many I have done, yet so much I have not done. I began to think of all that was worth it. Even now, as she sat with me. Wondering what I'd be like if I had met her earlier in my life.

Her eyelids must have closed a few times. I felt her head nod off for a few seconds, snapping me from the deep contemplation of my life and its different possibilities. I laid her down on the bed and quite easily drifted off to sleep.

I wasn't tired at all so I took to the skies to do a little training. My new energy gave me motivation to do some meditation. My meditation only led to me and my new life experience. Nothing to do with visualization sparring. It eventually turned to me protecting Sharon from the evils of this planet. From her being attacked on the streets to this new evil that was mad at everything and everyone on Earth. I was her protector. And she was my everything. I loved her. And I had the strength and nerve to say it back to her. Just as she was asleep. The best time.

Hours later, I made it back inside. It was still quiet. She was obviously still asleep. I crawled back onto the bed with her but my eyes didn't close. I focused on her. Asleep and probably dreaming about me. So innocent as she slept like a child. I reached out to her and caressed her cheek. It would seem like nothing could wake her. And that was good.

I eventually felt sleep close me in and I was trapped in it as my dreams formed into all to real visions of her and I.