Shin had lived millions of years.
He had guided civilizations, watched stars be born and die.
But he had never felt like this.
The Saiyan's presence stirred something deep and unfamiliar to him as a kai: a pull, an awareness of self, of body, of closeness.
When he leaned over to heal a leg torn muscle, the scent of ozone, iron, and something distinctly Saiyan musk lingered it was raw, grounding.
It made Shin's thoughts scatter.
He became more expressive without realizing it, he began gesturing more, speaking with a musical lilt, allowing more color into his clothing, and a flamboyant light into his mannerisms.
More himself.
I noticed it when shin started smelling and physically looking more feminine .
I said nothing, just layed on soft mat..
...
They were basically Companions in Crime now.
Once I was able move and fly, We traveled together quietly dismantling remnants of this broken timeline.
As caretakers of secrets.
Shin spoke more freely now complaining about God's that bullied him , mocking Angel bureaucracy, teasing me when I overtrained and exhausted myself .
I found myself… amused but Grounded.
He was my only constant in a reality that was hunting us down .
And I liked the way he looked at me when he thought I wasn't watching, half in awe, half fear of my feral nature and half something warmer. The Kai was beginning to indulge in feelings of mortals and doesn't know what his walking into...
Ancient Saiyans valued bonds forged in pain and difficulty. And bonds like that didn't break..
This bond mattered....
.....
End of the chapter