The Date ( I know, very creative chapter title -_-)

HOORAY!  NEXT CHAPTER!  **does a dance of victory**  YOU GUYS CAN’T BELIVE HOW HAPPY I AM AT THIS VERY MOMENT!  YEA!

Disclaimer:  I don’t own it, please don’t sue me.  **whimpers pitifully**  I HAS NO MONIES!

Author’s comments:  First of all, I’d like to thank all my reviewers.  You guys rock!  Pat yourselves on the back or something!

Faltora:  Awww… I love you too buddy buddy buddy!  ^_^  Wouldn’t the world be such a better place if everyone loved everyone else?!??!

I’m glad you guys liked the pool scene… hehehe.  I can just see little Vege-baby in his swimming trunks.  ^_~

Oh yea, and about the lemon.  I haven’t totally decided on if I’m going to write one or not, but I do know that if I am going to do it, I’m only going to start on it after I finish this story.  I CAN’T HAVE ANYTHING ELSE SLOW MY WRITING DOWN!  ^_^

Steal after my heart, would you?

Bulma sighed, relived.  This was the last dress that she had to model in… thank goodness.  She didn’t think she could stand another minute of this crap.

Zoë walked about flauntingly in a skimpy little nightgown, and Bulma looked down what she was wearing herself.  She groaned mentally.  It was a tight, very revealing nightgown of pure black silk.  It barely hid her abundant cleavage, and stopped just below her rear.

Bulma was going to have to be careful she didn’t bend over too far…

Vegeta dismissed Zoë, and the beautiful Sayian retreated back out of the room.  Even she seemed tired.  Bulma took a deep breath, and walked in.  Prince Vegeta smirked at what she was wearing.  Bulma licked her lips and giggled, putting on her best act.

Clark looked like he was more than ready to go.  After all, it was 6:25.  He had been standing up in that same spot for more than two hours now, and Bulma was sure his legs were just dying to move.

Vegeta watched her appreciatively as Bulma twirled about on the spot, her black nightie making her seem skinnier than usual.  After a moment, Vegeta dismissed her; Bulma curtsied, and left.

Four minutes later, everyone was done, and they were dismissed.  Bulma changed back into her regular clothes, waited for Iiovana to join her, and they both headed to the cafeteria.

“I am soooooooo hungry!” Iiovana whimpered.  Bulma shook her head, and smiled tiredly.

“I’m just glad to get out of that place.  I thought I might lose it if I had to try on another stupid outfit.”

“Well we have to do it again tomorrow.”

“Shit.”

“I know.”

They walked the rest of the way to the cafeteria in silence.  When they had gotten their food and sat down, it was then that Bulma remembered her earlier incident with the Prince.  She bit her bottom lip in excitement as Iiovana sat down next to the blue-haired female.  The Sayian girl took a bite out of her food, then looked at Bulma.  She cocked an eyebrow.

“Bulma…” she said slowly.  “You ok?  You look like you’ve just heard a really funny joke and stumped your toe at the same time.”

Bulma blinked, and her happy face fell.  “I do?”  Iiovana nodded slowly, and Bulma frowned.

“Odd.”

“Yea, I know,” Iiovana said, taking another bite of her food.  Bulma shrugged.

“Oh well.  Anyways, I gotta tell you about what happened today!”

“Oh?” Iiovana asked in a slightly curious manner.  She didn’t seem too excited about it, but Bulma could fully understand that.  Every single one of the girls was pooped from modeling in so many dresses.

“Yea!” Bulma said, scooting her chair closer to Iiovana’s.  The Sayian female eyed Bulma strangely.

“Is the news that important?”

“Yes!”

“Ok.”

Bulma then began to tell Iiovana all about the pool incident, and from the point where Bulma said that Prince Vegeta had entered the pool, Iiovana was just as awake as Bulma.

“No…” Iiovana whispered, smiling.  “He didn’t!”

“He did!” Bulma repeated eagerly, a smile on her face.  Iiovana squealed with delight.

“Bulma, that’s just too cool!  Oh man!”  She got a dreamy face.  “What I wouldn’t GIVE to be able to get that close to the Prince!”  (Sounds like me~LOL)

“It wasn’t all that,” Bulma said nonchalantly, not necessarily believing herself.  “But I was just stunned by all his, ‘I don’t believe it’ stuff.”

“Yea.  That does sound weird, coming from the Prince, I mean.  Are you sure that’s what he said.”

“Positive.  We weren’t five inches apart, how could I have misheard?!”

Iiovana opened her mouth to say something, but just then, Madonna sat down next to her.  Iiovana smiled.

“Hey girl!” Madonna greeted.

“Hey.”

“Excuse me if my humanness bothers you,” Bulma said in mock-seriousness, leaning towards the prejudicial Sayian.  Iiovana blushed and looked away.  “I really don’t intend on insulting you with my humanness.  It’s not my fault that I wasn’t born a Sayian.  I was born down on Earth where usually everyone’s human.  I—”

“Watch it girl,” Madonna interrupted.  “Unless you wanna get your ass kicked, I suggest you simmer down.”

Bulma nodded earnestly.  “Oh I’d hate to have my human ass kicked by a Sayian.  That would hurt!”  Bulma rolled her eyes, and stood up.  “I’m gone.  Bye Iiovana.”

“Where you headed off too?” Iiovana asked, looking up sharply.

“I’m gonna see if I can talk to someone outside the palace.  See ya!”

“K.  Bye!  Good luck!”

Bulma smiled.  “Thanks.”

She turned around, and looked for someone she could ask.  She moaned mentally.

Oh please no!  There’s GOT to be somebody else in here!  Not everyone could have eaten already!

Bulma sighed when she saw a tall, muscular Sayian enter through the double doors.  She caught his attention, and jogged over to him.  He looked at her in polite curiosity.

“May I help you?” he asked.  She smiled, and nodded.

“Yes, thanks.  Would you happen to know if the 5 girls in Prince Vegeta’s contest can talk to people outside the palace?”

He frowned, and shook his head.  “Sorry, but I don’t.”  Bulma’s face fell, but she quickly forced a small smile on.

“That’s ok.  Thanks.”

“Anytime.”

She sighed.  Oh well.  It seemed like the only one that would know would be…

Bulma gulped, and turned around to see him eating alone at a table.

Phoenix.

Come on Bulma.  Be strong!  Remember, girl power!  You are great, and he’s nothing but a lowlife.

Bulma inhaled deeply, filling herself full of confidence as she casually walked over to the good-looking Sayian.  He glanced up at her as she stopped by his table, and smiled.

“Hello there Bulma,” he greeted, leaning back in his seat.  “How may I help you?”

“I just need to know if I can contact others outside the palace walls,” Bulma stated, wondering if she sounded too blunt.

Phoenix gave her a studying glare, and Bulma swallowed.

What’s with the look?

“Whom are you planning on writing?” he asked.

“Writing?” Bulma asked, appalled.  “You mean we can’t call them?”

Phoenix stood up, and leaned back on the table.  “’Fraid not,” he said, crossing his arms.  “We can’t have unimportant people holding up the phone line in case of an urgent emergency.”

“Oh yea,” Bulma muttered, frowning in thought.  Phoenix studied her a moment longer.

“Now tell me, who do you plan on writing?”  Bulma looked up.

“Why is that any of your concern?”

“Just tell me.”

“No!”

Bulma crossed her arms, backing her answer.  Why did he have to know, the nosy little pervert?

“Bulma,” he said slowly, softly, smiling seductively, “If you don’t tell me, then your letter’s going to have to be confiscated.  Think about it.  That would be more of an intrusion on your privacy than just informing me of the receiver.”

Bulma scowled at him, finding herself trapped.  Well, she could just not write Chi-Chi… no, that would be unfair to her best friend.

“A friend,” Bulma said.  Phoenix smiled, rolled his eyes, and shook his head, chuckling.

“I’m going to need more than that, Bulma,” he said, striating himself up, and wrapping an arm around her shoulders.  Bulma brushed it off bitterly, and took a step back, eyeing him with the worst hatred anyone could have ever imagined.

“Don’t touch me,” she whispered.

“Sorry,” he said in a mock-apologetic voice.

“Her name’s Chi-Chi,” Bulma said.  “Chi-Chi (I’ll let you fill in her last name).”

“Chi-Chi (here’s the name again)?” Phoenix repeated slowly.  “I’ve never heard of her.”

“She’s the other human that arrived here with me,” Bulma explained.  “You know, from Earth.”

“Oh.”  Phoenix smiled.  “Well Ms. Briefs, if you’ll just head to the Post room, you’ll be able to write and turn your letter in there.  Just hand it to Otto.”

“The Post room?” Bulma asked.  “Where’s that?”

Phoenix gave her directions, repeating it twice more so she wouldn’t forget.  Bulma nodded finally.

“Ok.  Thanks.”

“Anytime,” he growled suggestively.  Bulma shot him her most despicable glare, turned on heel, and stomped out the room, Phoenix’s eyes on her backside the whole way.

Another pair of eyes followed Bulma out of the room.  A set of green, beautiful eyes set into an ugly glower.

~*~*~

“And… there!” Bulma muttered to herself, smiling as she finished the body of her letter.

“Best friends forever,” she whispered as she wrote.  “B-U-L-M-A.  There!  Done!”

She read over her work again, checking for grammar, punctuation, and just material in general.  She made sure everything was nice and legible.  Bulma sighed, trying to think if there was anything else she’d like to put.

“You almost done over there young lady?” the man named Otto shouted at her from his desk.  “Cause I gotta get home!  It’s almost 7:45!”

“Yea, I’m almost done!”  Bulma looked back at her letter, and bit her pencil.  Her face brightened when she remembered what she wanted to say.

PS.

Give my best to Kakarroto and Bardock!  I love and miss you all!

Bulma smiled.

“Yea… that’s it.”  She nodded her head in appreciation, folded the letter up in an envelope, and walked over to Otto’s desk.

“Here it is.”  He smiled at her.

“Thank you.”

Bulma bid him goodnight, and exited the post room.  It was just then that her exhaustion hit her like a load of bricks, and she wearily headed back to her room.

Sleeeeeeeeep… Bulma moaned mentally.  (I do that a lot  ^_^)

~*~*~

A figure, hidden in the shadows, popped a little chocolate into his mouth.  He stared at the screen of a certain blue-haired female as she headed into her room.  He growled when she entered her dorm, and disappeared from the security camera’s view.

“You’re getting too close to her,” a female voice spoke up from behind him, making him jump.  He spun around in his chair.

“Oh sheesh woman!” he hissed.  “Don’t do that!  How’d you get in here anyway?!”

She sighed, and walked lazily over too him.  “The door, stupid.  You must have been SO interested in that bitch that you didn’t realize I entered.”

“Hey, she’s not a bitch,” he argued seriously.  “She may be feisty, but she’s not a bitch.”

“If she’s competing with me in this contest, then I’ll say she is if I want to!” the female protested.  She sighed, and shook her head.  “I actually think she has a much better chance to win than the others do.  Well,” she laughed, “besides me, that is.”

“What’d you come up here for anyway?” he asked, scowling at her.  She ran a finger from the bottom of his ear to the tip to his jawbone.

“To warn you not to get too close to her, sugar,” she whispered.  “I don’t want your feelings clouding what I’ve paid you good money to do.”

“Slut,” he muttered.  She giggled.

“Yes… but isn’t everyone these days?”  (Ok, just to let you all know, I do NOT believe, one bit, in that comment.  I’m just trying to give my readers some bad vibes in this scene.  Please don’t flame me on it!  Ok, that’s the end of my preaching on that.)

“Well you must be the Queen of sluts,” he countered smugly.

“And if you do your job like you’re supposed too, I’ll also be the Queen of more than just that,” she growled.  “Don’t get too close to that Briefs girl, you hear me?”

“Hey, we never agreed that I couldn’t mate her afterwards, did we?” he barked.  “So just leave me alone!  I know what I’m doing here, ok?”

She giggled.  “Just making sure, Phoenix-baby.”

He stood up, and took her face in one hand, kissing her cheek.  “I don’t know why I even agreed to do this in the first place.”

“It must be something in my beautiful eyes that captured you,” she mumbled slyly.

“You are such a bitch,” he whispered, the light of the screens behind them the only source of brightness in the room.

She kissed his lips softly.  “Thank you.”

~*~*~

Chi-Chi walked home from school the next day, excitement tingling her every nerve.  Her date with Kakarroto was only a couple hours away.  He had informed her that he’d be picking her up around 6:00, and that they’d be eating at this restaurant called the Ynnve.  It was some Sayian word that Chi-Chi didn’t quite know, but the sound of it sent pleasant chills up her spine.  She had never been to the restaurant before, though, so she didn’t quite know what to expect.

Chi-Chi jumped into the air at the thought of her date, and giggled like a maniac.  How could love be so exciting?

She stopped suddenly.  Love?  Was this really love?

Love… she smiled.  Maybe she did love him.  He was sweet and slightly clumsy, but he meant well all the same.  He had a heart like a child, and yet was experienced unlike one.  But still, he was terribly sweet.

And he’s Sayian, she thought.

I’ve really found a needle in a haystack with this one…

Chi-Chi squealed with joy, and made a dash for her house, shouting, “I’m in love!”  Several people stopped to stare at her as she flashed by, and one mother even covered her child’s eyes.

Chi-Chi was in a state of such ecstasy that she didn’t notice the flag on her mailbox was up.

~*~*~

Kakarroto fidgeted with his tie as he rung the doorbell.  His father had practically forced him to wear one, but the younger of the two didn’t really see why.  Ties aren’t that important.

And they’re so darn uncomfortable… maybe Dad tied it too tight.  Am I gonna choke?

The door opened, and Kakarroto looked up sharply.  He felt a chill run up and down his spine, and he got goose bumps.  He swallowed.

Chi-Chi was wearing v-neck, ankle-length dress that had two slits running up each side.  It was navy blue in color, made of silk, or so he guessed, and was sleeveless.  Chi-Chi had done her hair up that night into an elegant looking bun, with pearl, eye drop earrings.  She smiled.

“Hi,” she said simply, looking him over.  “Don’t you look handsome,” she teased.

“Back at you…” he whispered in a dazed way, before catching himself.  “I mean, you look pretty!  Pretty!  Not handsome.  Pretty.”  He felt his face grow hot, and she giggled.

“You’re crazy, Kakarroto,” she whispered, wrapping her arms around his neck.  He swallowed, growing hotter by the moment.  She kissed his cheek softly.  “But I like that….”

“And,” he forced out, “I’m glad.”  She smiled, and kissed his cheek again before letting go.  Kakarroto breathed a mental sigh of relief.  He was getting so hot that it was almost hard to breath.  Of course, that could have been because of the tie around his throat.

“So um…” he swallowed, “You wanna go to the um… the food place…”

“The restaurant?” suggested Chi-Chi, smiling wryly.  Her little outfit must have affected him more than she thought.  He nodded dumbly.

“Sure,” she said.  “You lead the way.”

“Um… yea.”  He looked a bit uncomfortable, and frowned in thought.  Chi-Chi cocked an eyebrow.

“Something wrong?”

“Well… I had planned to get you to Ynnve by flight.”  He swallowed, and quickly looked her over again.  “But seeing as what you’re wearing…”

“I don’t care,” she said happily.  “You can pick me up!”  She made a motion for him to pick her up, but he seemed more than startled.

“In that?!” he asked, appalled, and taking a step back.  “Are you… but won’t you be… what?!”

“Pick me up!” she stated again.

He swallowed.  “Are you… you’re sure?”

“Kakarroto, you pick me up this instant!  I’m hungry, and more than eager to get to the restaurant!”  She smiled when he sighed in defeat.

“O—ok, then.”  He swallowed, and picked her up in his arms.  It was then that he realized with a shock that her dress also had a very low back.  She wrapped her arms around his neck, snuggling securely into his chest.

Kakarroto took a deep breath.  Something about this felt right… yet at the same time, totally wrong.  And he couldn’t point out either.

Well I do know something, he thought.  Her skin is so smooth…

“Are we going or not?” she asked.  He snapped out of his thoughts and into reality.

“Hold on tight,” he teased, and took off into the night sky.  Chi-Chi squeaked at the sudden cold, and snuggled herself closer to him.

They flew over the night sky for about five minutes, but Chi-Chi didn’t dare look down.  Because 1: she was too cold to lift her face up, and 2: she was afraid of heights.

And after what seemed like an eternity of cold, Kakarroto suddenly slowed down, and started to descend.  The heat seemed to wash up quickly upon Chi-Chi’s body, and she shivered.  She looked up as his feet touched down.

“Here we are,” he purred.  Chi-Chi slipped down out of his arms, blinking repeatedly in surprise.

In front of her was a very expensive-looking restaurant.  It was several stories high, a shiny color of black, like marble, and had flashing lights all along the sides of it that sparkled like stars.  A line of people stood in front of the door.

“Wow…” was the first thing that came out of Chi-Chi’s mouth.  He smiled and wrapped an arm around her shoulders.  She looked up at him.

“Kakarroto…” she whispered, “how are we going to get in?  Can we even pay for the food here?  It seems like a pretty expensive place.”

“It’s one of the most sought after dining establishments on Vegetasei,” he said, smiling.  “People come from all over to eat here.”

“Then how in the world are we going to get in?!” Chi-Chi exclaimed, staring at the long, long, long line of people.

“My Dad has connections,” Kakarroto said proudly.  “He made reservations for us.”

Wow… and all this on a first date, Chi-Chi thought.  Not that I’m complaining!  But… wow.

“Come on,” he ushered, offering her his arm.  Chi-Chi placed her arm in his, and he headed them past the line, getting many confused and jealous glares from most everyone else.  A man in a very expensive-looking suit was arguing with some fiery chick.

“But I’ve been standing in line for over three hours!” Chi-Chi heard her shout.

“Some haf’ been standing longer, mademoiselle,” the man countered with a heavy accent.  “I can’t jeest let ev’ry‘un in!”

“Listen here buddy!” she said, poking him in the chest.  Several guards glared at her warily, but she ignored them.  Her date was hiding his face shamefully.  “I demand to be let inside!”

“Reena, it’s not that important,” her date said softly, trying to calm her down.  Chi-Chi watched him as he put an arm on Reena’s shoulder.  “Let’s just leave.  Look baby, I’ll take you wherever you want to go.  But this is just—”

“I WANT TO EAT HERE!” she shouted at him, causing accented man to wince, along with several other close by-standers.  Her date, however, didn’t.  He seemed to be used to her ranting.

“Uh, excuse me!” Kakarroto suddenly said, waving his free hand to catch the accented man’s attention.  He looked up, and his face brightened.

“Bardok’?” he said, smiling.  “Bardok’, is zat you?”

“No, but close enough,” Kakarroto said, walking up closer.  “Guess again.”

The man’s face dawned with shocked, but none-the-less pleased, comprehension.  “Kakarroto?” he said.  “Zat you?”

“Yup!” the proud Sayian said.  “Having a little trouble Leo?”  He winked at a now frustrated and totally appalled Reena.

Leo sighed.  “No‘zing more zan usual,” he said, a tired smile on his face.  “Are you looking to git in, my boy?”

“Yea.  Dad made reservations for me and a special friend.”  He smiled down at Chi-Chi.  Leo looked the human female over, and smiled wryly at Kakarroto.

“Ahhh, you sly dog,” Leo teased.  “Got yourself anuzzer unlucky victum, I see.”  Kakarroto’s ‘victim’ blinked, slightly confused.  He winked at Chi-Chi, took her hand, and kissed it lightly.  “Jeest joking, my dear,” he said.

“Now don’t get too close to her, Leo,” Kakarroto said, a playful hint of warning in his eyes.  “She is, after all, my date.”

Leo held up his hands apologetically.  “Sorry,” he said.  “But anyvay…”  He motioned to one of the guards with a flick of his wrist, and the guard unhooked the clasp of the velvet rope, allowing Kakarroto and his date to pass.  “Enjoy your meal.”

“Thanks,” the delighted Sayian said.  Reena watched, stunned, as the couple entered the resturant, the large wooden doors swinging shut behind them.

“WHAT WAS WITH THAT?!?” Reena shouted at the weary Leo, her tail uncurled and fuzzy with rage.  “AND THEY JUST GET TO GO INSIDE BECAUSE…?!?  LISTEN MR., I DEMAND TO BE LET IN!”

Leo massaged his temples stressfully.  “Oh boy,” he said with that heavy accent.  **“Pourquoi est-ce que l'enfer ce se produire est à moi?  Je veux juste obstruer cette femme!”**

~*~*~

Chi-Chi studied the interior of the restaurant in complete and serene awe.  No wonder so many people wanted to get in here!

She was in a beautifully constructed room, combining elements of ancient and futuristic.  The floor was made of stone, and was painted to look like the occupants were walking on a glass bridge over a stream.  The ceiling and walls were painted in a design that looked like it belonged in a royal museum.  But the whole aura of the room, of the people, of the atmosphere, was comfortably regal.

A waiter approached the two lovebirds (Have you ever heard those birds before?  They are the LOUDEST, most ANNOYING things I have ever encountered!  Not that that comment has anything to do with the story, I just thought I might as well put it in here.).

“Greetings,” he said warmly.  “I’m guessing a table for two?”

“Yes,” Kakarroto said.  He smiled.

“Follow me then.”  Their waiter led them past several tables, and over to an elevator, waiting as another couple entered with them.

The other, older looking female eyed Chi-Chi with interest; but upon spotting that Chi-Chi had no tail, her interested expression quickly turned to a sneer.  Chi-Chi pretended she didn’t notice, lying her head on Goku’s shoulder.  She suddenly felt very small and sub-conscious.

Thankfully, they arrived at the second floor, and the hybrid couple, along with their waiter, got off.  The waiter weaved in and out of the isles of people, finally reaching their destination.  To Chi-Chi’s delight, they were right next to a window.

“Your menus,” he said, handing them laminated sheets of paper.  “And do you have the drinks you want in mind?”

“Water,” Chi-Chi said.  Goku ordered some fancy type of wine that Chi-Chi couldn’t hardly begin to pronounce.  It must have been in Sayian tongue.

“Excellent choice sir,” the waiter said.  “I’ll be back with your drinks in a bit.”

“Thanks,” Chi-Chi said softly.  He smiled warmly at her, turned, and headed back into the elevator.

“So…” Goku said after a moment, staring at her goddess-like frame.  With the light pouring in from the window, she looked almost heavenly.  Chi-Chi looked up from her menu.

“Hm?”

“How’s… life?” he asked.  Chi-Chi burst into laughter, shortly followed by Kakarroto.

“Just peachy!” she said in a happy voice.  “And you?”

His eyes flashed romantically.  “Never been better,” he purred.  Chi-Chi blushed, and shyly bit her bottom lip.

“I wonder how Bulma’s doing…” Chi-Chi whispered.  Kakarroto frowned in thought.

“She’s the one that was selected by Prince Vegeta, right?”  Chi-Chi nodded slowly.

“Yea.  My blue-haired friend.  You know.  Bulma.”

“Yea, I know,” Kakarroto said.  “I’m not stupid.”  (Snicker snicker, snort snort)

“Right,” Chi-Chi said.  “Sorry.  Didn’t mean for it to sound that way.”  He waved his hand uncaringly, signaling that it was ok.  Chi-Chi sighed, and looked out the window.  Her date cocked his head.

“Now Chi-Chi, I wouldn’t worry so,” he said soothingly.  “She’s only been gone for a couple of days!  Come on, let’s just enjoy this night together.”  Chi-Chi looked back at him, and nodded.

“You’re probably right,” she said.  “I just… well… I wonder if Bulma’s all alone up there, or if she’s made any friends.  I mean, our separation wasn’t nearly as hard on me, but that was because I had you.”  Chi-Chi frowned.  “She didn’t have anyone.”

“Look,” he said reassuringly, “Chi-Chi, Bulma is an incredible person with an attractive personality.  Anyone would have to be CRAZY to not want to be her friend!”

Chi-Chi nodded, smiling.  She decided not to mention the small amount of fear she still had for her friend, partially because that would only upset Kakarroto more, and partially because their waiter had returned with their drinks.

~*~*~

“Gosh, that has GOT to be the best food I’ve ever tasted!” exclaimed Kakarroto, stretching.  Chi-Chi smiled up at him, giggling at the cute expression on his face.  They had decided upon walking home, it being the longest and healthiest way.

“It was good,” agreed Chi-Chi softly.  She hugged him tightly, still walking, and laid her head on his muscular shoulder.  Kakarroto kissed the top of her head, wrapping his arm around her waist.

“Mmmm…” Chi-Chi purred, giggling slightly.  “Do it again.”  The tall Sayian chuckled deep in his throat, and kissed the top of her head again.

“Do it again.”

He laughed, but instead, put his hand under her chin, and gently tilted her face up to look at him.  They stopped walking, and stared into each other’s eyes, trying to read the other’s intentions and feelings.

Chi-Chi’s eyes sparkled, and she got a wave of pleasant chill-bumps.  He leaned in and kissed her, sending wave after wave of electrifying sparks through both of them.  The sparks touched every nerve ending, and magnified pleasure beyond belief.  Chi-Chi shivered, the desire to melt into his arms unbelievable.

After a minute or two, Kakarroto pulled away, both their faces flushed.  He inhaled deeply, and swallowed.

“Wow…” she whispered, smiling out of the corner of her mouth.  “That was… wow.”

They both laughed softly, and started walking again.  Kakarroto nodded after a moment.

“Yea it was.”

“Was what?”

“Was wow.”

She laughed once more, and rubbed her cheek up against his shoulder.  Once again he was hit with that odd feeling.  It popped out of nowhere, and confused Kakarroto terribly.  Half of his mind commanded him to get as far away from this human female as he could.  It wasn’t right, holding her like this.  But another side screamed back, telling his body to stay put and love her till the end of time.

After all, it feels good, doesn’t it?  Holding her like that.

But what feels good isn’t necessarily the right thing.

She’s just like your mother.  She’ll love and care for you forever.

And then she’ll die, breaking your heart.  Just like your Mother did to your Father…

Kakarroto suddenly sighed, unable to keep all that built up confusion and trouble inside him a moment longer.  Chi-Chi looked up.

“You ok?”

He looked down at her.  At her beautiful, loving, trusting face.

“Yea,” he said simply.

“You want to talk about something?” she asked, pressing the subject.  The last thing she wanted was to see trouble in his eyes.

“No.”

“Sure?”

He snorted, and looked at her with an annoyed expression.  “No Chi-Chi!” he shouted slowly.  “No… I… do… not!  Ok… sweetie?”

She blinked, hurt and confused.  The last word that rolled of his tongue had cut her right in two.  It was in such a sickly sweet tone that she almost wanted to run away and hide.

Kakarroto noticed the flash of pain in her eyes, and sighed.  He kissed her forehead.  “Sorry baby,” he whispered.  “Sorry.”  She nodded, and didn’t say anything, which relived him greatly.  He didn’t want her asking questions, because he knew that more than half the things she would ask him he wouldn’t have an answer to.

They walked on in silence the rest of the way to Chi-Chi’s home.  When they reached her front yard, Kakarroto stopped.

“So…” Chi-Chi said, rocking back and forth on the thick heels of her high-heeled shoes.  “I had a good time tonight.”  He smiled softly down at her, and kissed her once.  It was a short kiss, but pleasant none-the-less.

“As did I,” he replied.

She nodded.  “So… I guess I’ll see you tomorrow… or something.  Uh…”

“Goodnight,” he filled in.  She nodded once more.

“Yea.  Goodnight to you too.”  He smiled.

Kakarroto’s eyes were filled with an unknown source as he squeezed her hand once, and whispered, “Don’t worry,” in her ear.  He then turned, and took off into the night sky.  She watched as his little dot finally disappeared, molding into the rest of the velvety black night.

Chi-Chi sighed, and turned around, her brow furrowed in thought.  Don’t worry… don’t worry about what?  About him?  Or Bulma?

Bulma…

She subconsciously glanced at the mailbox, and did a double take when she noticed that the flag was up.  She strode quickly over to it.

“I don’t normally get post mail,” she whispered to herself as she opened the mailbox.  She pulled the letter out, and squinted hard, trying to read the former address in the dark.

“Damn,” she whispered, picking up her dress slightly as she ran over to the front door.  “Damn damn damn!  Damn dark.  Damn… damn keys!”  She fumbled with her house keys, excitement and anticipation tingling her every nerve.  “Come on!” she hissed, finally getting the key in right, and turning the doorknob.  She ran inside, flipping the lights on instantly.  Chi-Chi looked down at the letter.

“Oh… my…”

A crooked smiled tugged at the corner of her mouth.

THE END……

Of this chapter.  Hehehe.  Had you fooled, didn’t I?  **dodges a rotten tomato**  Ok!  Sorry!  Didn’t mean to!  JUST DON’T HURT ME!  But what you could do is review, and tell me what you think.  That would be cool.

**Ok, remember when Leo got real mad and started screaming in French?  Well, for those of you who don’t speak that Romance language (like me) and would like to know what he’s saying, here it is:

Pourquoi est-ce que l'enfer ce se produire est à moi? means Why the hell is this happening to me?

Je veux juste obstruer cette femme! means I just want to choke that woman!

Yea… so there it is.  I actually had to look up how to say that in French.  I just thought it’d be kinda funny if we had a French guy ranting in some foreign language.  ^_^  Reminds me of Ricky on I Love Lucy.  I love that show…

Remember, review people!  I want to see some reviews!  ……………More preferably good ones!  ^_^  Ta ta for now!