The two of them sat casually on the floor, chatting idly.
And just like that, their feelings began to warm up quickly.
Because the cabin had heating,
Tights' cheeks were slightly flushed.
"Aishi, what kind of girls do you like?"
Aishi smiled, "Girls like you."
Tights fell silent.
Then her willow-like brows lifted slightly as she glanced skeptically at Aishi.
"Is that how you won the hearts of 18 and 21?"
Aishi shook his head. "Of course not."
Tights snorted coldly. "Hmph! Don't think I'll fall into your trap. There's no way I'll be with you!"
Aishi looked regretful. "Oh…"
His expression turned a bit gloomy.
Seeing that, Tights paused.
Was I too harsh just now?
After hesitating a bit, she mumbled, "It's not like it's impossible…"
Aishi's lips curled slightly, though he feigned surprise.
"Really?"
Tights didn't answer, merely stayed silent.
Is he serious? Should I actually agree...?
To be honest, her first impression of Aishi was very good.
But then she learned that he was already with 18—and living under the same roof with his so-called "disciple," 21.
Whether 21 was really a disciple or not, she didn't know, but she was stunningly beautiful.
She couldn't believe nothing had happened between them.
In short, after learning Aishi was "taken," she'd convinced herself to back off.
But now, chatting like this… Why was she suddenly falling for him again?
Tights suddenly shook her head, forcing herself to wake up!
Then she stood slowly and said, "It's getting late… We should rest."
Her movements were wobbly—she could barely stand straight.
Aishi immediately stepped forward.
"You're drunk. Let me help you."
Tights quickly waved him off. "No need. I can manage!"
Swaying unsteadily, she made her way toward her room.
But just as she passed the bathroom—
—Whoosh!
She lost her balance and slipped.
She had stepped on a puddle of water left from her earlier shower!
She had basically tripped herself.
Before she could fall—
Aishi appeared in front of her in a flash and caught her just in time.
His strong hands landed on her waist.
Tights leaned against his broad chest, her face instantly burning, heart racing.
"Th-thanks…"
She looked down, flustered.
Aishi smiled but didn't say anything.
In his heart, he activated a thought—transforming Chronoa's Charm into Unknown State.
In the next moment, a subtle pink aura coated his hand—
Miryoku-te (Charm Hand).
Immediately, Tights' whole body shivered.
A warm flush spread across her cheeks.
W-what is this strange feeling…!?
Oh no!
Tights stared at nothing, doubting reality.
What was happening to her?
Aishi noticed her reaction and smiled faintly.
Deep affection can't win hearts—beauty does.
He asked gently, "Are you alright?"
Tights shook her head lightly, whispering, "I'm fine."
"I'll take you to bed," Aishi said softly.
Then, in one smooth motion, under Tights' startled gaze,
he scooped her into his arms.
"Ah—again!"
Tights felt half desperate.
After gently placing her onto the bed, Aishi asked,
"Feeling better?"
As soon as his hand left her body, Tights immediately felt that odd warmth vanish.
A strange emptiness washed over her.
She gave a small nod. "Much better."
Aishi stood up. "Then I'll head out—"
But before he could take a step, Tights quickly said,
"Don't go."
He looked back at her.
Tights lowered her head, her face red, voice soft.
"Can you stay with me a bit longer?"
Aishi chuckled, "Of course."
They chatted for a while longer, mostly about random everyday things.
Then Tights hesitated.
"Could you… massage me a little?"
Right after saying it, she felt like dying from embarrassment.
What did I just say!?
Today didn't feel like her at all!
Aishi raised an eyebrow.
This charm ability is really that powerful?
Then he nodded with a smile.
"Sure. Where's it uncomfortable? I'll help."
Tights let out a quiet sigh of relief.
Thankfully, Aishi didn't seem to catch on.
She pointed. "My stomach."
Aishi nodded, then gently pressed his pink-aura-glowing hand against her flawless, delicate abdomen—
like a work of art.
He began massaging softly.
"Mm…"
Tights closed her eyes, long lashes fluttering.
She held onto Aishi's hand, whispering:
"Don't go…"
No one knew how much time passed.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
By the time they woke again, it was already the next day.
Tights suddenly sat up in shock and looked around.
Sure enough, there was someone lying next to her.
And she was completely unclothed.
Tights felt like crying but had no one to blame.
After all, she was the one who asked Aishi to stay.
Still, she couldn't just let this go.
She nudged him gently. "Aishi, wake up!"
Aishi had actually been awake for a while.
He just let her play out the little "scene" on her own before stirring.
He opened his eyes slowly, a ray of light catching in his gaze.
"What's wrong?"
Tights met his gaze and instantly turned scarlet,
pulling the blanket up to cover herself.
"Don't look!"
Aishi chuckled. "You don't need to hide—"
"...You!"
She was speechless.
Then, Aishi leaned forward and gently pulled her into his arms.
"I'll take responsibility."
Hearing those soft words in her ear,
all of Tights' frustration melted away.
She buried her face into his chest and whispered,
"Okay."
Aishi felt his heart melt completely.
Too adorable…
He gently pushed her back.
She looked at him in confusion.
But he grinned and said,
"Since we're legally married now, does that mean we can… go again?"
Tights' cheeks flushed.
"Mm."
——
When the two reappeared, it was already evening.
There was no sun in space, so it was hard to tell time.
But they still maintained their routine.
Tights glanced out the window, brow raising.
"Aishi, look at that planet out there—it looks so strange!"
She pointed at it.
Aishi blinked and leaned closer, peering out the window.
As soon as he saw it, his eyes lit up.
That planet was massive—easily ten times the size of Earth!
Its surface was grayish-brown, riddled with impact craters.
Harsh climate, uninhabitable.
But as someone who knew Dragon Ball's plot inside and out—
Aishi recognized it instantly.
That's a Super Dragon Ball…!
The very ones used for the tournament between Universe 6 and Universe 7!
He never imagined he'd randomly stumble upon one like this.
He kissed Tights on the cheek.
"This is a Super Dragon Ball—thanks to you."
"Super Dragon Ball?"
Tights didn't mind the kiss—after all, he'd kissed her who-knows-how-many times already.
What she was curious about was the Dragon Ball itself.
Aishi smiled. "Let's fly over."
Tights nodded. "Okay."
She tapped a few commands on the ship's control panel,
and they slowly descended toward the barren, giant sphere.
Upon landing, Aishi released kami no chikara (God Power) around Tights,
shielding her from the planet's harsh conditions.
A strong wind blew across the surface.
Tights glanced at him with a bit of confusion.
As Bulma's older sister, she wasn't unfamiliar with these things.
She'd seen Dragon Balls before.
But this didn't look like a Dragon Ball at all.
Aishi chuckled, "Don't worry."
Then he pulled out a universal capsule,
and held Tights in his arms as they flew up into the air.
Aishi said calmly,
"Now it's time to witness a miracle."
He raised a hand, his eyes narrowing, voice low.
"Kōhai (Air Wave)."
Instantly, a terrifying wave of ki surged from his palm—
a tremendous blast of air pressure!
This was Kōhai—a technique used to blow away the dirt and debris covering the Super Dragon Ball's surface!
——
(End of Chapter)
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