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That Night

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Where her body ended and his began, Chisato wasn't sure. She only knew that after being wed and brought back to the boat her husband had wasted no time in de-clothing both of them. Their night time adventures started with a nice massage, and they'd already enjoyed the others body to an extent. All that was left was to finish the act.

Chisato let out a yip of pain.

"You alright?" Shiroui asked, looking down at her on the red bed below him.

"I'm okay. It's just, you're very big. Ano...I...feel like my hips will bust." Chisato wiggled and peered up at him, watching how his cocoa gaze seemingly melted. His face was quite red, as he slid himself out of her.

"I can try to hold back," he said, not looking at all like that was a fun idea.

"If it's okay with you...I can get on top. It should be better then."

Shiroui nodded feverishly.

Chisato rose and pushed him down onto the pillows and stared at her lovely, caring husband. Her heart was so full of love for him, she didn't think there would be room for anything else, ever. With a brush of her lips to his she settled onto his erection. Immediately the pressure was intense, and her mouth parted wide, just like her pelvis bones below.

"You're so wet...God..." Shiroui lightly ran his hands up and down her spine.

"I couldn't help it. Shiroui is very good with his mouth."

She edged down lower until there was no room left inside her cervix. 'Ah! I feel like I'm going to pop!'

Still, she bravely began to ride him, going quite slowly at first, trying to grow used to his size. When that was bearable her pace quickened and a tell-tell smacking sound could be heard as her pelvis met his.

"Nnn..." Shiroui gazed at her pleadingly. He looked a little misty eyed, as if tears might come out. "That feels amazing," he groaned.

At once his hands which had been lightly rubbing found meat and hooked in, lifting her roughly by the ribs and back down again. With each thrust her back couldn't help but arch with the sudden invasion. "Agn! Shiorui-! Not so rough!"

"Ah...haaa..." he didn't seem to hear her, for his actions hastened with need, until she gave up on him being gentle and used his chest as support. It worked a little by giving her something to hang onto. The clapping sound was even louder, almost as loud as her shrieks.

From the bed to the wall they made love, until there wasn't a drop of cum left in her husband. Finally, after her face was pried from the wood grain, she looked back as he once more released, watching in a numb trance as sweat ran down every rivet of his body, white teeth bared, brown eyes tight in ecstasy.

He let her hips drop and she slid to the floor. "..." Her body trembled after being rough housed, and any strength remaining was already spent bearing his possessive thrusts.

There she sat, cum oozing out of an already impregnated womb. Just as her eyes shut he knelt and lifted her onto the messy, red bed. They cuddled as sleep overcame them.

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455 Days Later

"You're back!"

Chisato dashed out of her apartment complex in the middle of Okinawa, watching for her alien husband land down. When he did, she turned, "Tie! Come look!"

Their son, clad in a race car pajama set, ran from his room from watching a TV show to stand beside his mother in their living room. "Daddies home?" He asked, clutching her skirt.

"Yes!"

Shiroui landed onto the balcony window and slid the door open, holding a red ball in his hands. His dark eyes brightened. "Good morning you two. Looks like you missed me."

"Daddy!" Tie hopped to his head and clung on like a parasite. "You're back! What's that you got?"

It should have been strange for a one and a half year old boy to talk so well, but their son was already a genius from birth. From the beginning he'd been observant, studying the ways of human life, until suddenly one day erupting in chatter.

Shiroui had told them he was an alien before his birth, and so was Tie. Mostly. It had been obvious that something was different, with their son born with a monkey tail. That was a fact which drove the point home. It had been removed per Shiroui's instructions to prevent a type of transformation, and so that he could go to school as a normal child. Other than his large brain and a little too much strength, Tie was relatively normal.

"It's a Dragon Ball." Shiroui said, yanking Tie from his face. "Oi, you should be helping mom around the house more," he added, looking around at the living room and its many toys strewn.

"Sorry, Daddy." Tie's lower lip jut out, "I wanted to watch the news first."

After being set down Shiroui ruffled his head and caught his wife's eyes. The eyes of the woman he adored. Then, his glance sought out the bulge of her stomach, swirling with new life. Four months ago she'd tested positive for another pregnancy, not knowing just how tickled Shiroui was to have another child, but sensing he was even more protective and nurturing for some odd reason.

"How is she?" Shiroui asked.

Chisato rubbed her swelling, "She's doing well. I wonder if you're right and she will be a girl, after all."

"Heh! I know I'm right." He tapped over and kissed her, hearing Tie make a sound of disgust.

"Ew!" Tie ran off back to his bedroom.

With a giggle Chisato took the strange ball and held it out to the light. It shined with a mysterious sort of quality. "A Dragon Ball, you said?"

"Yep. There's a total of seven, and if you get them you can make a wish."

While he went to the kitchen to what remained of breakfast, Chisato continued to look at that ball, feeling strange for doing so. She rubbed it with her apron tail and sat it on the coffee table, following after Shiroui. He was drinking milk by the jug again when she caught up. He guzzled it quickly and wiped the milk mustache away, "So, you're going to work later?" He asked.

"I am. At seven."

"You know I still don't want you to."

"And I don't feel its right for you to keep spoiling me," she said, putting a hand on her hip. "I need to help out with bills, too. Your job at the agency can't pay for everything. Then there's his schooling we have to save for. You and I both know he needs the best."

"True," Shiroui agreed, putting the empty jug in the bin, "But I don't like it one bit. You're not home for hours. And surrounded by weird-o guys."

"I-It's just a barista position!"

She huffed and didn't settle down until he hugged her and pecked her forehead. "....I know, Chisato. It means a lot to you so it does me too. Just stay safe, alright? I might be an alien, but there are plenty of bad people in the world who are just human. Don't...get too close to them."

"I won't."

The conversation shifted. "Now, are there any eggs left? A mans gotta eat."

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"I want one double frappe with a little whipped cream on top. Not too much. And two packets of sugar and a stirring stick."

Chisato took the order, tapping it into the screen and turned, looking at the different machine parts. It was her first day on the job and she wanted to do well, despite being in training. As such she carefully performed the steps until one double frappe was done. "Here you are. That's ~250 yen."

"So much? Surely you can't give me, like, a little slide this time. I'm a regular," the man said.

"Sorry sir. I'm new here."

"Figures! Fine. Take it."

Chisato swiped the mans card and handed it back, looking a little flustered. "Here you go. Have a good day!"

"Yeah, yeah."

The man left and she sighed, only for the cell phone in her pocket to vibrate. It was her husband, texting. She was about to reply when the phone was snatched from her hands. "No cell phones out!" Said her manager, batting a heavily made up face. "Against policy."

"Oh...I see. Ano...if it's okay, I'll just wait to answer on my next break." Chisato said hopefully.

"This is your first day, but I won't have you breaking rules just because you're pretty," her manager replied. Chisato watched in shock as her phone was hidden into the coin drawer. "You can get it later. Off duty!"

"Y-Yes ma'am!"

By the fourth hour her feet were hurting. Chisato longed to be sitting down and resting, but couldn't afford to do so, lest she get scolded again. She handed out another order, just as the bell above the coffee shop rang.

Her eyes looked at the newcomer politely. They were wearing a robe, as if dressed up for a convention, and it hid most of their strange clothing. She didn't mean to stare quite so heavily, but their cosplay was just too perfect. Even their skin was colored to a light green. As they drew nearer she ducked down, avoiding eye contact to ensure she wasn't rude. "Welcome! What can I get for you?" She asked.

"...Chisato Shino."

The strange voice was both foreign in nature and smooth, and her head snapped up, hearing her full name said by a stranger. What she saw was startling; gray eyes and pointed elf ears, two jangling earrings hanging down from them. Most of their hair was hidden by that hooded robe of brown, but she spied silver hair.

'Uwah...so pretty!'

"Sir? You know me?" She asked.

Instead of answering her simple question, the foreigner tilted his head and looked her over, head to foot. He shut his eyes and said, "Once. That was another life time. You can brew me a cup of tea. Green."

"Right away."

Confused, she set off to make him a cup of tea, wondering on those words. Certainly she'd never met that man before in her life. She'd remember it.

'Oh! I know. He's not only in costume, but cosplaying the character, too, copying how they talk.'

Thinking this she brought out his tea to the table he sat at watching her every movement. "Here you are. Wonderful cosplay, sir."

"Cosplay? Hn. Hardly."

'What a strange person.'

She turned to venture back behind the counter when his hand snagged her thin wrist. "Sit awhile. You look tired," he said.

"Eh? Ano...I can't. I'm working."

"Those humans don't seem to care that you're with child. Sit a moment; I'll take the blame."

"You're...very kind." Chisato hesitantly sat down opposite him and was immediately relieved to do so; her ankles were swollen. Her weight sagged a little, happy to have a prop to rest against. She blew out a strand of dark hair and tucked it behind her ear.

"Kind? I suppose that's true enough." The mysterious man said, running his index finger on the brim of his hot tea. "Or perhaps I'm biding my time."

"Time?"

She shouldn't be so nosy, but Chisato was highly interested in the strange man. He smiled, looking to her lips, "Yes...I'm going to take my time. I have all that I need."

"Oh, I see. Well then, I've rested enough. I should get back or I'll be scolded."

She stood and bowed, "Thank you for your kindness. Do take care, sir."

"Zamasu."

"Hm?"

"My name, remember it. Zamasu."

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Shallot tried once again to call his wife, but just like before, her phone went to voice mail.

'Crap. Something's happened, I bet.'

He pocketed his phone into his business suit pants and loosened his tie. It would be bad for him to run off in the middle of a meeting, but it was an emergency.

"Director, I'll be back in a few minutes." Shallot said, happy that he and his coworkers were still on a break, deliberating. At least he could sense her energy still there at the Coffee shop in town. Which meant she hadn't left work.

Shallot collected his briefcase, sliding his laptop into it and made way towards the mens restroom. There wasn't a soul inside, much to his relief. Suddenly taking off into the sky and flying would surely cause strange rumors to circulate about him. So far, none knew that he was an alien--a video game character--in the real world. At most he got the odd comment from a passerby that he favored Shallot from Dragon Ball Legends.

"Hup."

He opened the window and quickly hopped over the sill and hovered in the sky. 'Shouldn't take me ten minutes to get there.'

The sky view was beautiful. Up there, above Okinawa, Shallot was himself at last. Not a true person any longer, but a saiyan warrior. He dipped below the first cloud, not wanting to get his suit wet, and looked down at the town. Once or twice he had taken Chisato through the sky along with him, yet when she had truly gotten pregnant with his child--still processing that-- she had become too ill with morning sickness to enjoy a cruise via him.

With a few twirls and hurried pace, he made it to the Coffee Shop, just outside it's doors.

Tap

A normal person wouldn't suddenly land on top of a building, but he wasn't normal at all. Shallot edged to the side and didn't see anyone coming at that precise second and descended to the door.

Ding

His wife was behind the counter and counting money from the register, part of her duties before the shift change. She wore a black apron covering her white blouse and skirt, dark hair piled atop her head in a messy bun that was both cute and endearing. When she saw him her dark brows lifted. "Shiroui!"

Shallot passed the tables and stood before his wife. 'She's tired. Probably from being on her feet all day.'

"Hey beautiful." He said, "Can I get a black coffee for the road?"

"You were worried, weren't you," she accused, shutting the register.

"Nah, I just wanted to swing by and see my hard working wife."

He waited for her to prepare his coffee, paying ~250 yen for it, and together they left the shop. Shallot tossed his drink into the trash, not wanting nasty coffee in the least.

Chisato leaned onto his arm as they walked down the sidewalk. "Are you in trouble? For running off here?" She asked.

"Our meeting is on break. It's fine. But...c'mere."

Shallot swung her into his arms and packed her. "S-Shiroui!"

"It's alright. Let me take you home."

Heedless to her embarrassment at being packed in public, Shallot quickly ducked into an alley before zooming off to the sky. As usual, Chisato screamed and clung to him. He'd never drop her, ever. "Open your eyes," he said.

"I can't! I'm too scared! This is why I have a bus card!"

"You don't need a bus card with me." He chuckled and tucked her head to his neck, slowing his flight so she wouldn't be quite so scared. She relaxed into him and dared a glance.

"It is....very pretty here. Ano...but you changed the subject, Shiroui. Why are you always so worried about me?"

"That's..."

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It seemed her husband wasn't going to give her an answer. Chisato dropped the topic and switched it, "Tie has to be picked up before five o'clock."

"I'll get him on the way home from work. I know you don't like him flying alone."

No, no she did not. Chisato didn't care that her son was mostly an alien; he was still a child who needed proper care, and could get lost, despite his genius mind.

They arrived at their apartment in Okinawa. Shiroui and her went inside, the former wondering about that strange man who knew her name without asking her for it. 'He was so strange. I wonder if I'll ever see him again.'

After Shiroui bid her goodbye, going back to work, Chisato took a relaxing bath, changed into lounge clothing and set to work on dinner. Panko chicken, white sticky rice and a home made sauce, with steamed asparagus. For a little extra flavor she got out the kimchi which fermented in the food pantry and added it as well.

"There!"

Chisato took a moment to rub the swelling of her belly. At only four months she was surprised by how quickly the baby was showing, but the OB-GYN assured her a second pregnancy would pop earlier, and it had. She supposed she was the same size as if she were six months, instead.

"Oof." She sank into the dining room chair with a glass of lemon water and checked her social media. Her life with Shiroui was one filled with love and attention. She'd never had so much, and Tie assured her of his affection daily as well. Between the two of them she was quite spoiled.

Her lips tilted in a smile, imagining Tie's happiness when he saw his brother or sister. 'He's already excited. But I don't know if I'm having a girl or a boy, yet.'

With a little hum of one content in life, Chisato had finally found her place to call home.

She had little idea that the world she knew would change so drastically in such a hurry.