The warm reddish glow of the early morning sun peeked pervertly through the gap in my curtains. I jumped up and out of bed. "Bright and shine Gorgeous," I encouraged myself as I stretched out my rested limps.
After a quick shower, I dressed into my best fighting gear before sitting down in front of the mirror. I picked up my brush and as I'm working through the tough knobs, I feed a one-sided conversation with my reflexion, "I've noticed how the guys seem to participate for my heart in return. Both Trunks and Majuub are in fact eye candy, there's really no denying it yet the one who entered my dream lair isn't either of them. It would have been nice if I could have had some family in these parts, the hotel costs are going to drain me."
As I finished up a knock echoed through the small apartment. Who could it be, I'm not expecting anybody? I thought to myself as I opened the door. A smiling Gohan standing before me, "Good morning! Are you ready to go?" I looked up at him dumbfounded. "Go?" His smile grew even wider as he took in my misconception.
"My father asked me to come pick you up," he replied. I closed the door behind me and locked up. "Thanks, but how did he know where to find me?" Confusion struck my core again. He just shrug his shoulders, "Good question, you should ask my dad." I look down at my hands as I climbed into the vehicle. Even though I already know, I still asked the obvious, "So then you must be Gohan?" He looked confusedly at me, probably coming to the conclusion that he never introduced himself.
"Sorry for being so conspicuous. My mother told me so many stories about Goku and the Z-fighters. One of the many stories, which never seemed to bore me as kid, was the one where you saved the world from Cell. An alien android created by the evil Dr. Gero," I said with a warm smile.
Gohan looked at me surprised. I can't really blame him; this is a lot to process at once. When I start bubbling, I usually have trouble stopping, which led me to admit to something or more so a confession (which makes now no different): "As a child I had a huge crush on you. In first grade when I needed to write an oral about what I wanted to become when I grew up; I said a golden fighter. You should have seen the children's faces that, however, made me the joke of the century." Now I feel silly, even a little guilty for me and my big mouth.
It feels like I've hidden underneath the willow tree and engulfed the rich forbidden flavors of a piece of chocolate. Mentally I make a zipper motion; I think that I had said enough. I wouldn't want him to know how I fantasied about our wedding day and how the few friends I've had the privilege of making over the course of years told me that he's completely out of my league.
When we arrived at Goku's house, he was already waiting on my arrival. "What kind of training did you undergo?" Goku asked without a minute to spare. "No much at all, my gramps taught me a little self-defense, but that's about it." He looked at me shocked, but even so I can tell that he thinks that I'm holding him for the fool. "I'm self-taught," I concluded. He tilted his head towards the side. I swallowed before continuing, "I've learned how to increase my speed, strength and agility by re-watching old martial arts recordings. Mom also recorded the Cell Games and by re-watching those I learned a few energy blasts." I exhaled deeply and gave Goku a reassuring smile. "That's truly astonishing. Is that how you learned to fly?" I shook my head. "I can jump effortlessly high that gives of the illusion of being able to fly. I've had trouble maneuvering the Kamehameha wave as well as the flying technique," I answered with a coy smile. "Come with me, let me introduce you to my wife," Goku urged me on.