"We ready?" King asked in the live chat when the game started to load. It was an hour of resting before everyone started to join up for the fun event.

"Dad! Are you okay?" Fumio asked in the live chat.

"I should be asking you that," Saitama chuckled from where he and Mitsumi were laying back in the bed. They had undressed, showered and enjoyed each other before activating the live chat. She was nestled under the sheets with him comfortably, and he was enjoying the relaxation at last. "Everything good at the new home?"

"Yeah! Black Sperm is with me, too, so you know. We've been doing some awesome stuff here!" Fumio said with laughter.

"All good!" Black Sperm confirmed over the microphone.

"Good! We'll be there tomorrow. We have to get something from there, too, so you will be with us," Mitsumi said lightly. The room was set up so that headsets were not needed. A microphone was set up by the television to get sound easily with no issues. Speakers for surround sound were around the bed for easy listening. There was even a remote button setup to mute and unmute various settings right on the bedside table. The entire apartment was set this way purposely, and Saitama was incredibly impressed with it.

"Master Saitama, I received all of the drawings and dimensions requested by Tacki for me to have. We also have a lunch meeting tomorrow with my, ah, colleague," Genos said a bit cryptically.

"Oh. Right. Okay. Lunch would be a good time to meet, too. We have plans in the morning, so that works. When is the next day off for the restaurant?" Saitama asked.

"Three days," Kamiko said on looking at the online schedule. "We actually don't need to close! We have so much help now that we can make shifts."

"She is correct. Richoo's wife is an excellent greeter and is assisting while Kamiko is home with me," Genos chuckled. "Chikao also supports Mia in small shifts when he is able to work from schooling. Tsuruga and Tanktop Girl keep watch all the time, but he may send her home to relax on a day she should have off. I fear she may decline, though. She sees it as a hero's job, and a hero's job is never done. Such is as it always tends to be."

"Quite true!" Mitsumi laughed softly. Saitama was plucking some fruits off the hanging vines to lightly feed her and kept a hand resting on her belly. Overgrown Rover was even resting its muzzle on his hand to ensure he wouldn't move it. At a knock on their door, Cold Snap was quick to jump off the bed and rush over to open the door.

"Hey. I wanted to talk to, ah, Caped Baldy," a lesser hero said a bit nervously. "Um…is he in?"

"He's taking a nap," Cold Snap said. "Dad said for no one to bug him right now. We just got back from an intense mission."

"Oh. Um…can I come in?" the hero asked hopefully. Cold Snap studied the lanky man with tied back blond hair and brown eyes. He appeared to be wearing a bright red shirt with yellow pants and sneakers.

"Sorry. He said no visitors," Cold Snap said. "Maybe you can come by later. Okay?"

"Look, I didn't want to be a mean guy here, but I have to talk to him! Or do I have to kick you away?!" the hero threatened. Then he paused at a Wind Crane fan set that came out and flicked their blades at him in a full attack display. A set of Blue Ripple's fans had the spikes flicked out and ready to follow suit. "Ah…"

"Mom's fans are alive. Now they're mad at you. You threatened to hurt me," Cold Snap frowned hard. Bright Bolt was soon appearing behind Cold Snap in a larger size to snort at the hero at eye level. The fans moved to hover just inside the doorway to show they would attack if the uninvited man tried to get in.

"You're not wanted. Leave now before I get to zap!" Bright Bolt warned. Lightning sparked around his antlers to show he was ready to do it. "I'm Saitama's pet. He told me to help. In any way possible."

"You are now requested on floor 30. Please go there now," Siren's voice came out from a speaker next to the door handle. The hero's jaw dropped.

"But…but…can you hear me out?! Please?!" the man begged.

"You have one minute," Saitama said when he appeared in a set of red shorts. Mitsumi was in a modest gown of light green at his side, and she gently had her fans pull away to settle back with the others. She rested a hand on his chiseled chest to help keep him calm. "No, you're not coming in. We were RELAXING and you wanted to hurt my son. My adopted son. And, before you say anything, I don't care that he's a monster. He's still my son. And be very glad that he didn't freeze you into a solid block of ice. He told you I wasn't to be disturbed. And you're still here ignoring that to show that you don't care about rules. So, fine. I'm here. I'll hear you out. One. Minute. Go."

Overgrown Rover was staring at the man with all six lightly glowing ruby red eyes to show it wasn't going to let him in, either, from where it sat behind Saitama. Blue Ripple wasn't pleased by the rude disturbance from where he was still settled on the bed. Tangled Vine trotted over and hopped up onto a nearby table to watch curiously. Stable Rock was still on the bed, but he was getting ready to slam the man away with a slab of marble tile. He knew it would be easy to use the marble floor for his needs.

"I really need your help," the hero frowned hard. "A friend of mine wants to be a hero, but he just can't make the rosters. He failed the fitness exam. He almost passed the basic knowledge test. I just barely got in, myself. We came in to do this together, and I made the cut! I feel horrible, and now he kinda resents me for it! I don't know how to help him get in. I promised to ask around. And with you in S class, I mean…I thought…"

"Yeah, I flew through the fitness exam with perfect marks. I actually flunked the knowledge test," Saitama shrugged. "I got in as the lowest C class and kinda…got my way up to where I am now. Somehow. I honestly didn't care about the ranking system. I'm just…stupidly strong. That's mainly how I got here. I don't know how I got this way. I don't know why. All I know is that I'm using what I have to help people. I saved my wife from her fate. I witnessed everything she told me come about. I'm actually…just a hero for fun."

"Not to me," Mitsumi chuckled.

"Right. Not to you," he nodded and kissed her forehead. "I'm your Wild card. I will always protect you."

"You know, maybe you can get your friend to go to Neutral Grounds. Many heroes are looking for disciples. I know Saitama may start something, but not right now. We're still building a dojo for it. Anyone can join if they think they have what it takes, but you have to last against my monster brother, Zenchu, for five minutes just to disciple under my husband. Zenchu won't kill anyone, but he seriously tests the mindset of those that want to try," Mitsumi smiled.

"Neutral Grounds?" the hero blinked.

"Yes. My restaurant with her. She started it. I married her and now I'm a part owner in it. It's a major focus point for heroes now that would like free meals. Not only for the monsters that she freed that help there. It may even get turned into a bit of a hotel resort, too. It's in discussion. However, if your friend goes there, he can mention that he was recommended there. He'll get a free meal and a chance to talk to heroes for more advice. If he's questioned on the meal, we will vouch that we said it was good," Saitama nodded.

"Thanks! I'll tell him now! Thank you!" the hero said gratefully and ran off. Saitama shook his head and shut the door. Mitsumi knew he was pissed, and Cold Snap smiled at the small pat to his back given to show all was well. Then Saitama let out a very heavy sigh of complete annoyance.

"Can we get a DO NOT DISTURB notice on our door?!" Saitama scowled.

"I have just thing!" Siren said from the live chat to be heard. "I'll have Metal Knight set up a sign for that to hang off the door, and he can include cards from Neutral Grounds to refer heroes there. If they don't leave, then I'll play receptionist like I just did to send them off. Unless they convince me that the need to see you is good. How's that?"

"We'll try it," Mitsumi agreed.

"If it's a board member, though, or someone high up…" Siren said with indecision. "I'm not sure about that. They might not listen to me."

"Reach out to me," Inichi said over the live chat. "I'll inform Sweet Mask."

"Got it!" Siren chuckled.

"You should just reach out to Inichi," Saitama sighed.

"We'll see if this works first, okay?" Mitsumi smiled. "He needs time to spend with Fubuki. Let him enjoy his downtime, too."

"Please?" Fubuki asked in the live chat to get them laughing and sighing.

"Maybe we can hire a super powered monkey to sit in front of the door," Saitama mused. Then he paused. "Then again…no. Even if Tangled Vine has a bowl of bananas for them, it would irritate me."

"Stop it!" Mitsumi hissed out laughter with the others now.

"I send clone?" Black Sperm asked over Fumio's microphone.

"Ah! Okay. If what we do with Siren doesn't work, then yes! That might work!" Saitama said with a sense of delight. "Just in case, get one to sit inside the apartment here?"

"Okay!" Black Sperm agreed.

"Thank you so much!" Mitsumi said with complete gratitude. Three clones were now sent over to settle in the front area of the apartment room. Food was set out for them to enjoy, and Saitama moved to recline in the bed with Mitsumi again with a touch of relief.

"Dad, I'm gonna go hang out with Fumio. See what all he did with the tree house," Cold Snap said. He knew his parents needed some time alone after what happened. Saitama gave his son a thumb's up and watched him leave in an ice blue spark. The microphone was muted after that to keep from being heard, the television was switched on as King's game was about to start, and he ran a hand up his wife's side to make her shiver. The pets moved off the bed quickly. They knew their owners needed alone time again.

"I love you," she whispered and found herself kissed hungrily. He shucked off the shorts and tossed them onto a chair.

"I love you, too," he growled and started to play with the strings on the front of her gown with his teeth. "Sucks that we had to dress…"

"At least yours is easy to remove," she giggled and gasped when his mouth moved to her neck. "Maybe Tacki can make me something…intimate for you…"

"Oh? You think so?" he asked with an eager smile. Within five minutes had an ice blue spark appear with a pearl-white gown for her lying at the base of the bed. She was quick to get up to change in the bathroom before he could stop her. When she walked back in, his jaw dropped with complete shock.

"What do you think?" she asked and modeled the floor-length gown with split sides to reveal her legs. She let her hair down completely to flow down her back like a heavy cape of black. The dress came up to tie up behind her neck to leave her sleeveless like her Wind Crane Clan dress, and she stretched. He was completely mesmerized by how her hair trailed down to just below her calf muscles. He never knew how truly long it was.

"This…is…wow…" he whispered and got up to pull her close. "You…let your hair down…completely…"

"I did…" she said softly. "I mean…is it okay…?"

"I like the gown. A lot. But your hair…is just…amazing. We're going to try keeping your hair down and see what happens," he said with a small grin and kissed her in a ravenous way. Then he lifted her up to carry her to the bed. On laying her down carefully to keep her hair free, he moved over her and started to explore her body with his mouth. With them being neatly occupied with each other, Kamikaze and Tacki were in their room back in City Z setting up their television for the live stream event.

"You had to make her that?" Kamikaze sighed from where they reclined in their bed after setting the right channel. Tacki was grinning the whole time. He ensured their live chat was muted to keep others from hearing them.

"You know I did!" she chuckled. "It took no time at all, and Inichi let me know she was thinking about it. You know I had to! I make sure to always have her measurements memorized. In fact, I could make something for me for you…? It wouldn't take long…"

"Huh. Do it," he grinned and chewed on the stick a bit.

"What do you like?" she asked.

"That's a good question," he admitted and found himself thinking. "I'm not sure. We'll have to experiment."

"Can do!" she beamed and jumped off the bed. She snagged a bolt of red silk, her sewing kit and got to work. He was now staring at her wearing a short skirt gown that mildly clung to her form. She modeled it for him, and he studied her figure in it. He clearly liked the spaghetti straps, but he eyed the skirt part.

"If it flared out a bit at the hips…yeah…" he mused. She was quick to head off to make the adjustment. On coming back in, he growled with complete appreciation when her hips swayed the skirt. "C'mere…"

"Oh?" she grinned lightly. Now he noticed her hair was down past her shoulders. His want for her quickly overruled everything else. He took the stick out of his mouth to set aside on a small side table.

"C'mere. Now," he growled.

"I dunno," she frowned. "Maybe I should try something else…"

"No. Come here," he grunted.

"Eh…maybe after I adjust the front of this…hold on!" she grinned and dashed off. He scowled at it, but he was also curious. Now he paused at the intense cleavage she was able to give herself with a corset-like style top. When she twirled again, he barely glimpsed the matching thin panties she wore.

"I like this. I like it so much that I'll need to ensure I don't rip it off you," he grounded out with complete fascination.

"Really?! I'll have to make more gowns like this in various colors for you, then," she beamed. He didn't say anything else. He didn't have to. Instead, he lunged at her to get her squeaking with laughter at getting pulled to his side. In the room of Kamiko and Genos, they were reclining in a hot bath to work with her condition. It finally hit its peak, and she was miserable from it once again. She clearly didn't miss having them.

"It is in the main stage?" Genos frowned and handed her a couple capsules.

"Yeah…second day…" she grimaced and took them down with relief. "First two days always hit hard. It's just like Lady Mitsumi's cycle."

"How long does it normally last? Miss Mitsumi was roughly five days," he said on recollection. He let her snuggle into him in the tub, and he took up the remote to bring up the streaming channel. He preferred to keep the live chat options through his own personal settings in his robotic mind for the microphone needs. Speaker options were still set up in the apartment for sound, though.

"About the same. Rarely would it last for more than six," she said.

"So, if we count seven days from the end of when it ends, that would be the time to try for children. I understand and have made a mental note," he nodded. "I shall inform Dr. Kuseno. He may have you take a fertility test to ensure of your peak times to ensure this works."

"We can try a few times if the first one fails," she smiled and blushed at his warm, protective squeeze. "Although, I do recall something else that helps for my cramping when it hits…"

"What is it?" he asked. Then he found himself grinning lightly when she moved into his lap to mildly straddle him.

"What do you think?" she mused and got him laughing softly.

"I shall definitely make a note of this. Maybe the vibration can also help…" he smirked. She paled and went complete speechless when he moved to test the theory. In another room on the top floor, Rendor and Tatsumaki were resting in their corner bedroom. She was eating a chocolate bar with complete delight while resting against him. The television was on to show they were set to watch the stream with the others, and the nearby microphone setting was muted.

"How many of those do you need?" Rendor asked on seeing the mountain of empty candy wrappers.

"I don't know," she frowned and licked her fingers clean. "How many did I eat? I think I lost count."

"You had six of them. Not the small ones, either. I'm a bit concerned, though. Too much chocolate can be bad," Rendor frowned. "Was there anything else you wanted?"

"Um…" she thought and shook her head. "I usually don't eat this stuff at all! Like…I honestly don't know."

They looked over to see an ice blue spark appear to reveal Tangled Vine. He trotted over and jumped up on a small table to regard them. "I heard your thoughts. I'd like to help. I know I can create a fruit vine that can make chocolate flavored fruit. If she just needs the taste, then this could work. Would you like to try this? The fruits can even be seedless, and I can make them appear like grapes to have a lot of them on hand."

"Yes!" Rendor grinned with a nod.

"Also, you will be getting the scrolls from the training rooms we discovered. All of them are priceless artifacts. This may happen tomorrow unless Cold Snap can send them to you when you are ready," Tangled Vine wheezed out with a chuckle. Several more ice blue sparks appeared to deposit a large clay pot, fertile soil to fill it and a long stick to set into it for support. Tangled Vine focused to let a new vine quickly sprout and grow around the stick to form into a sturdy tree. More vines dangled down to reveal something like red grapes to pluck and enjoy. "Try that and tell me how it tastes?"

"Okay," Tatsumaki said and focused to let a grape bunch come to her in a green glow. She ate one, paused and devoured the rest with sheer delight.

"Awesome!" Rendor chuckled and even he was impressed at what one of the grapes tasted like. "This is like…pure chocolate! Wow!"

"Yes," Tangled Vine chuckled with agreement. The plucked grape bunch grew back swiftly. "She can have as much as she likes. This tree will never have spoiled fruits. If you need something else, think to me. I can now do what I need away from this plant now that it is here. If you were on the ground, I would have helped without being here. But…I had to appear to ensure things went well due to your circumstances of not being on the ground."

"I get it," Rendor nodded and saw her reaching for another grape bunch. After two large bunches, she was finally sated of her intense craving. "Good. Thank you for this. It'll help."

"Of course! I'll have some orange ones appear to taste like the ginger cookies she needs for sickness," Tangled Vine nodded and twitched his furry tail. He was sent back by Cold Snap after those important fruits were made, and now Tatsumaki snuggled into Rendor with contentment.

"Ever want to try…doing something in the air…?" she grinned a bit wickedly at Rendor now. He rose a brow and gave a small grin of his own.

"You have me curious…" he growled and kissed her possessively. Inichi was chatting with Fubuki in their apartment corner, and they were reclining back in their bed with their own form of contentment. She was actually thinking of getting a small home built for themselves. Or at least another place for new scenery.

"So, just use this one for basic stays? Or do we fully move out?" Inichi asked. "What do you think, my dear?"

"Actually, I think we should move into the new hotel when it's made, come to think of it," she mused aloud. "We can help keep track of things there easily. Even if a few reformed Secret Skins help, it would show that heroes really do protect the location completely."

"Oh! That would be an idea," Inichi rolled the idea around mentally.

"I know you want to stay with Mitsumi as much as possible. I can respect that. And with most of my faction staying here to help, well…it may be best for me to be here, too," Fubuki admitted. "I'm sure we can have multiple homes now, but I know you always want to be close to her to help her."

"She saved my life," he said softly and let her cuddle into him. "I honestly don't know where I would be without her waking me when she did. I'd likely still be in a monster mindset. Possibly killed by now, too. I am completely in her debt. I can never repay her, and I know she would not accept any form of repayment. What she did for me was out of pure kindness and concern. It is why all of us protect her without question, and we do so with every fiber of our being because of it. I cannot justify abandoning her when she never abandoned me in my most intense time of need.

"And, if it wasn't for Mr. Saitama, we never would be where we are today! He trusted her and believed her when she put herself in front of Genos to protect us. I saw her jump in front of him. As much as I wanted to bubble her away…he would have thought it was an attack. I had to refrain, but I was definitely ready to shield her! It was when Mr. Saitama told Genos to stop. That he believed Lady Mitsumi. That he wanted to learn our stories. He saw we were…different. He gave us the chance we desperately needed. Others, though? They never would have even agreed to see that we were different. Sweet Mask for sure!"

"All of you would have been hunted and harmed by those that wouldn't understand," she said gently and got lightly squeezed. "I know I would have been part of it. But…I think I would have found myself stopped just by being talked to. Not outright attacked. Even I was shocked that Zenchu didn't attack me! And if Saitama didn't do what he did…if Mitsumi never tried to make her restaurant or freed any of you…I never would have met you, too. I'd still be searching…for the right one…"

"No more need," he growled possessively and pulled her close.

"I love you," she murmured and rested her head on his chest.

"And I you…" he sighed and returned his red eyes with black cat pupils to the television screen. He was mildly keeping tabs on those he was already locked to, and he peered into Sweet Mask's mind lightly. Smiling a bit, he focused on his old friend. :Things going well with Miss Tajima?:

:Oh! You startled me.: Sweet Mask mentally sighed and chuckled. :Yes. She has consoled me completely. We're resting a bit right now. I mean…I did ask when her last, ah, feminine week happened. I asked just a bit ago, in fact. She said it was…last week…before she agreed to being my employee. Of course, I had the contract reconstructed slightly to avoid romantic interlude issues. It was best to do so. And, should we marry, I may dissolve the contract completely to show a trusting partnership. But it does have me curious on her own fertility streak…:

:Truly?! So…if she shows signs of pregnancy after this week…?:

:Should it happen, I will not cast her aside. I'll know the developing child is mine in full, and a wedding will definitely be planned in due time. I…actually did go out of my way to have something prepared. I may inform her of it soon. Of course, as for now, we'll be watching the game tonight. She even insisted to order out for pizza of all things!: he laughed.

:You were never one for such a thing. It's good to see you change and adapt to her so well. I told you she would be good for you.:

:She's the best thing that ever happened to me.: he admitted.

:Better than the slap Mr. Saitama gave you?: Inichi prodded.

:I NEVER want to be slapped by him again!: Sweet Mask grounded out with a physical grimace to his features. :I always found it humorous when Zenchu argued about it profusely. Now I know why. Exactly why. It took me an hour to recover from that! My head was still swimming by the time I got home! I…still have some mild sensations from it, but I'm sure it will all be gone by morning.:

:I can understand that. I did try to warn you.:

:I know you did. I forgot his pets are GOD monsters that could read thoughts like yourself. Even his adopted monster son.: Sweet Mask grumbled. :I did have a concern, though. May I confide in you?:

:A concern? On what? And yes! What is on your mind, my friend?:

:I had a few really good scripts that I planned to review. I found them missing from my main office desk. Tajima did send off her wonderful script a bit ago for review, and they'd better put it into production for me.:

:What scripts were missing?:

:A couple romance ones and even a slight mystery one. Nothing major, but I was going to review them.:

:Interesting. Huh. I noticed a couple shows that came on while watching with Fubuki about an intriguing mystery of a crystal and a bottle of wine it was hidden in. Quite a neat tactic.:

:That was the mystery script I was going to read! It was put into production by another?! That's…it had to have been stolen from my office…:

:We will investigate at a later time. Definitely.: Inichi agreed. Now Sweet Mask was a bit irritated and sighed hard at it.

"Are you well?" Tajima asked him from where they reclined on the couch.

"I am. Chatting with Inichi over a few things. Like my missing scripts. We'll investigate it in time. But…you seriously had to order us a pizza?" he grinned lightly to even out the mood. She chuckled and seemed to shrug.

"It should be here soon, and it's from the best place around here. I did let you pick the toppings," she laughed at his soft sigh. "Orotsu did make us appetizers to tide us over until then. I knew it was time to order a pizza, and you grudgingly agreed after I made my case."

"Yes. You did," he agreed. "Oh, I had something done…"

"What's that?" she smiled and watched him move to his discarded pants to grab his wallet. He pulled out a black card with gold lettering to hand to her.

"I made a joint bank account earlier today. For us," he said and gave her the card. "My card is with me, of course. This one is yours."

"Sweet Mask! I mean…well…I don't think I can accept this…" she frowned. "When it comes to mixing money into things…"

"I know. It's a bit of an emergency account for us. Just something for us to dip into when we make choices together," he said with a knowing smile.

"And how will the money get replenished?" she asked with a raised brow. "Technically, you're telling me to spend your money."

"We are spending my money," he agreed with another nod. "I know money can change people. But this is for us to try making decisions on things together."

"Do I dare ask how much is in this account?"

"Enough for us to buy a home together. With choice furniture," he said lightly. Now she looked at him with shock. "Don't tell me that this is going too fast! I just know…I feel…that this is right. And with how I'm told to be a family man, well…perfect timing, I suppose. And if you do become pregnant? This current place we're living in now won't suffice for a growing family. We know this. It's too…high scale for a child."

"We can always build onto this house and add a nursery."

"Ah…huh! I didn't think of that! See? Decisions are best made together like this! So, we can have a surplus and discuss things at length for future needs. We can be completely open about this."

"Hmm…" she frowned and sighed. "Then we should be honest with each other. Completely. Right?"

"That we should. Why? What's wrong?!" he said and sat up at her small frown. "Did something happen that I don't know of?"

"You told me to send in my finished script to the editor's office," she said softly. "This was done a couple days ago. Before we went to the spa."

"What happened?" he asked with a frown. She got up to move into the small office created for her and brought out a manila envelope. He took it from her to open it and paused at how the script was now in complete shreds. "What in the hell happened to this?!"

"It was sent back like this. With a note," Tajima said and gave it to him.

"Let me see…" he growled and opened the folded paper to read it.

"I do have backups of the script, thankfully, but I wanted you to see what happened," Tajima nodded. "Even though the note distinctly says-"

"To not show me what was done or to tell me of the circumstances of an unwanted scripting," Sweet Mask growled out even more when he finished off what she started to say. He focused on Inichi to send him everything that just happened. Inichi was just as furious as Sweet Mask was.

:I know exactly who did this. It's the same one that did this to Mr. Saitama's father. Of course, that was a different circumstance, but rude all the same. This one is inexcusable! You have this one under your employ?!: Inichi hissed out.

:I do. I know he's one of the best, but to do this and then to tell her not to tell me about it?! To burn it and abandon it?! What the hell is he thinking?!:

:Hmm…I see…: Inichi mused at what he started to glean. :I am my monster self for a moment to get my ESP to kick into full gear. We need to…interview…this one. He's a…you know…?:

:No…:

:Yes. He is. It explains everything. Also why some of your scripts suddenly went missing to go to other actors…and why he's hiring crap writers for you…:

:I'm firing him! Now!:

:Come, come, old friend! We know his secret now. We can trap him in his own lies. I shall inform Mr. Saitama of this. I'm sure he'll gladly slap him at Lady Mitsumi's request for damaging Miss Tajima's scripting. And we know we need an empty skin for our own purposes.: Inichi mused with a dark, mental chuckle.

"Sweet Mask?" Tajima asked softly.

"Inichi found out that editor of mine…he's a Secret Skins," Sweet Mask mused. At her gasp, he sighed and found himself laughing. "He wants Caped Baldy to slap him for shredding your script."

"I want to watch!" she demanded to get him laughing with complete agreement. "In fact, I want to slap him first! Then Mr. Saitama can slap him to show I didn't slap him right! Two slaps to the face!"

"We will definitely plan for that," Sweet Mask grinned and set the shredded papers aside. He did tuck the note into the envelope, though, to keep it all together. She slipped on an elegant robe to answer the door and collect the pizza when the doorbell rang. She was quite eager to serve him a slice of the stuffed cheese crust pizza with pepperoni and bacon bits served on a small plate.

"What do you think?" she asked while carefully eating her slice.

"Okay. I'm impressed," Sweet Mask found himself enjoying his slice rather immensely. He usually didn't eat a lot of bread, but the stuffed cheese crust was going to be a guilty pleasure for him now! He did take up a napkin to keep the grease down, but he was rather surprised at how it all tasted. She laughed softly, and they turned their attention to the television when the game started up.

"Ready?" Kianna chuckled at how King now lay back on their couch in the main room of their City Z apartment.

"I am. And I'm…very impressed with my setup…" King said on looking at the massive television screen with various console and game hookups under it. "I'm surprised this isn't a projector!"

"I asked Lady Mitsumi for help. And Metal Knight offered more insight when Siren brought it up to him," she laughed and got moved into his lap. He enjoyed playing games with her this way, and it didn't disturb him at all.

"We ready to start?!" King shouted through the live chat. Everyone that was able to chime in were quick to show their eagerness. He chuckled and fired up the title. The new game found the prior game played to show it was a continuation into the next of the series. Kianna reached for a tray of snacks to feed him with leisurely, and she chuckled that he focused on the main entrance of the game play to study the controls thoroughly.

"Hey, King. I wanna see if you can do a story line fighting match next time," Kamikaze said in his microphone. "I keep hearing how good you are. I need proof. You, eh…able to do it?"

"I can do that," King chuckled. "Tomorrow night?"

"Do it!" Saitama said with eagerness in his voice from the chat.

"Love, stop…" Mitsumi seemed to sigh and laugh at him.

"I'm just showing that I agree with it. I won't play against him," Saitama promised to get the other snickering at it.

"Lady Mitsumi, I need to inform you and Mr. Saitama of something," Inichi said from where he reclined again with Fubuki in his bedroom. He mentally sent them everything that happened with Sweet Mask and his script.

"That jerk tore up my dad's book?!" Saitama shouted out with shock.

"And Tajima's script?!" Mitsumi gasped with horror. "On top of that, he's a Secret Skins monster?!"

"What's this?" Zenchu asked from where he was with Wind Crane by the nest on his standing microphone. Wind Crane was her bird form to let Starlight get used to seeing her this way, and she was busy tending to the other eggs. He had his daughter resting against him to watch the game with the others, and she frowned at what Wind Crane carefully told her to keep her calm.

"Let the others know, please," Mitsumi said gently to Inichi. The news was passed around, and everyone in the live chat was both shocked and disgusted.

"I didn't know that he did that to your father, Caped Baldy," Sweet Mask said. "I just recently learned this."

"Yeah. Apparently he did. Oh. You, eh…recovered already?" Saitama asked with a small, knowing smirk in his tone.

"I have. To a point…" Sweet Mask swallowed a bit nervously from his tone. Mitsumi gave Saitama a small glare to keep things neutral.

"Good. Watch yourself from now on," Saitama warned.

"Stop it," Mitsumi warned him now to get a rewarding shrug. "You did enough. Let it go."

"For now," Saitama agreed and grinned at her small huff.

"Um…sister…?" Starlight now said hesitantly over the microphone.

"Ah! Starlight! You're talking now?" Mitsumi said over her microphone with complete happiness.

"Little…" Starlight said with a small giggle.

"Her first word was 'wow'," Zenchu chuckled. "She is growing really fast, too. She's about five years old in mentality. She was a toddler when she hatched. Wind Crane thinks she may be an adult by the end of the week."

"I…see…?" Starlight asked. She was mentally asking the question while trying to voice it out. Mitsumi knew what was being asked.

"I'll be there in the late morning. We'll meet for sure!" Mitsumi said confidently. "Just learn and grow. I'll tell you what I can. There's a lot to learn, and it's best to do it slowly. Okay? Wind Crane Clan Mother is also my mother now, too. Learn from her. She also teaches me, so we can both learn together."

"Kay!" Starlight said carefully and beamed at Wind Crane's approving warble. She moved to snuggle into Wind Crane's feathers now, and she gave a hug to the new blue and white egg in the nest. She already promised to be a great older sister to the new ones that appeared.

"She sounds adorable! Who is she?" Sweet Mask asked over the chat.

"My daughter, Starlight. She's a GOD monster over dreams," Zenchu chuckled with a bit of pride. That got silence from Sweet Mask, and he only grinned a bit more. "She was made by a Secret Skins that was GOD touched by its monster maker. A rather…complex tale. Inichi! Let him know?"

"Definitely," Inichi agreed. Now that Sweet Mask was stunned at how GOD monsters could be made to help humanity now, there was a rather intricate conversation in Richoo's apartment with Mia.

"Tani's in bed?" Richoo chuckled and settled his jelly body on the bed.

"She is. I find it so relieving that you're here with me again. I need to tell you something," Mia sighed and moved to recline in bed with him.

"What's that?" Richoo frowned.

"Before you changed, I was…getting ready to file divorce papers…" she admitted. "I didn't know how to tell you…"

"What?!" he gaped.

"Well…you never paid attention to us anymore. You were always depressed. Not getting a job or even bothering to try. Always eating or drinking and watching a program. But after you changed…left us for a week…" Mia swallowed and found herself cradled.

"I know. I was really messed up. I'm very glad that Lady Mitsumi helped me wake up and remember you. You were the first thing that came to my mind when it happened," he admitted and shivered. "Both you and Tani."

"I was?"

"Yeah. I know how I was then. I just felt so…defeated! No one was hiring. And when I did get hired, I'd work as much as I could before being told I wasn't good enough or not needed anymore. I mean…Mia, would you want me to be cured? We always talk about this, but…"

"I…actually find you…better as you are now…" she said with a soft smile and gazed at him with her light green eyes. "I've always said this now, too! I mean, what you can do now is just amazing! And you have a new drive to you. It's almost like a new sense of purpose in your life that you didn't have before. You can also change your body around as much as you want. You were starting to get rather large in your gut. Now…"

"Yeah. I get it," Richoo sighed and chuckled at how she lightly poked at his jelly stomach. At how she gazed at him now, he paused. "Ah…I don't know if…"

"You're still my husband," she said softly. "Right?"

"And our audio is muted…" he muttered on gazing back at her.

"Do you think we could try…?" she asked. Richoo gave her a loving smile and moved to pull her close. With them attempting what could be done, Fumio and Cold Snap were busy in their joint bedroom at the new tree house by the flower field. Cold Snap wanted to surprise his parents by looking a bit more human instead of an ice sculpture. They had the microphone muted for now to keep their idea hidden.

"I think I can change my pigment if I focus," Cold Snap said. "What skin tone should I have? I don't think I can make it really dark."

"You could do pale white. There's people like that all the time with really light blond hair," Fumio suggested. "I mean, you're good as you are."

"Well…" Cold Snap frowned. "I saw the others had forms that looked more human. I wanna…be like that. I think it's needed."

"Maybe Stable Rock knows? He's been around for a long time! He may have some ideas?" Fumio asked with a smile.

"Ask!" Black Sperm beamed and swooned at the back scratches he got from Fumio now. Then he looked at Fumio and said, "Soon. I make others. Stronger ones. I make vow. No hurt. Only help."

"Good," Fumio nodded. "Dad will kill them if they're not good."

"Yes. I make them promise. Only help," Black Sperm agreed.

"Hmm…" Cold Snap thought hard from what Stable Rock started to mentally tell him to do. He focused inwards to touch a hidden part of his power that he never bother to try using before. Now his clear, ice blue body began to solidify. His outer skin gained pale pigment, and his hair resembled something like frosted, ice blond hair in light spikes. His eyes still glowed ice blue in color, but it was softer to only be noticeable if really looked at. Dark, blue-black pupils formed in them to fool others easily.

"Nice!" Fumio grinned. Cold Snap looked at him and grinned. He had ultra-white teeth with light fangs, and his tail with a matching hair tuft twitched a bit to show he was pleased. He could easily hide it away from how short it was.

"Um…clothes!" Black Sperm said and pointed at him.

"Ah!" Cold Snap gaped that he was naked now. In his ice form, such a thing didn't appear. Fumio grabbed a spare blanket to put over him quickly to help.

"I'll ask Tacki to help us later," Fumio promised.

"Okay," Cold Snap sighed and sat down in the blanket. He ran a hand through his hair to show off lightly pointed ears, and his horns had shrunk down slightly to be not so prominent.

"Mom and Dad are gonna be shocked!" Fumio grinned at the thought.

"I know," Cold Snap beamed and laughed when Black Sperm came over to sit with him. They all started to watch the television game play. The rest of the night passed by easily for those that watched, and quickly for those that slept.